they called it a
disease,
but i call it a
memory.
a smile stays on my lips
as i traced my fingers
over your picture.
pushing the fallen
petals aside,
i saw your smile and
thats all i really need,
for now.
YOU ARE READING
Unsettled Emotions
Poetryjust some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours. -either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever. # tw // self-harm (alive) # M for language use
