I'd be tripping
The warm weather
The humidity of a tropical island
Every inch of green grass and blue sky
Reminded me of you
Thought i've banished the last pieces of you
But somehow you've always manage to pop up
At every turn i take
At every corner of the city
Your shadow is always there
You smell like artificial rose
You taste like Splenda
A sugar-coated mystery
Making it seem like-
Your heart is filled with floral sky and cotton candy clouds
I think i've missed you more
Than the sun misses the moon
YOU ARE READING
Pages of Repressed Feelings
PoetryIt's a compilation of my thoughts. Not so much a poetry, but i guess you can call it that. Some might be light, others might be dark. Some might be extremely personal, others are inspired by other people. Welcome to my brain, it's a fucked up one.
