It's been 32 days...
32 days since what?
Since I last actually spoke to you.
32 days and counting since we last kissed.
Now I feel like it was just a hit and miss.
Some say I got played like a fiddle.
I am puzzled at what to think.
You are just a riddle.
Hand me a drink why don't you.
Those were the best two weeks of my life.
And now, I can barely bring myself to think of the memories or to look at the pictures with out breaking down.
32 days and counting of moving on.
32 days and counting of breaking down.
Too many days of loving you.
-JB
YOU ARE READING
Sweet and sour feelings
PuisiThis is a poetry book filled a with a lot of original poems written by me. The dark times, the sour times and also the sweet times. A lot of feelings dipped on my pen and scribbled on my paper or my computer keys.
