It has been
so long,
Hard to believe that, just I have grown, you have too.
It has been,
too long,
Your touch now has an accent to it,
Our bodies are two foreign lands.
It is paining me to think that, we were once fluent with each other's mind.
Now, we scrutinise after the lost translation of our rigid conversation.
YOU ARE READING
Afternoon Thoughts
PoetryHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
