you wore that black sweater
the one i always buried my hands in
there was no smile on
your lips
neither on mine
only the spaces between us
and the absence of what once was
i heard your voice but i don't remember
how it sounds
your arms were meant for somebody else
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tides ○ a collection of poems
Poesiapoetry II. i'm still trying to find the right words started 15/3/18 all of the following poems, excerpts, thoughts and playlists are my own • remember to vote if you like it • please do not steal you can find the cover image here: https://pinteres...
