I stare at my ex just wishing,
Wish I had persistence,
Wishing for her inprisonment,
Wrapping me close like a fishing net,
Making me feel a little tingling,
Maybe we can start the ducking mingling,
This is more of a hidden sense,
More of a missing mess.
I stare at her in lust,
Taught me that instead of love,
We did a backwards rush,
Her beauty was a little much.
Took my heart at the first touch,
Took my mind at my first blush.
This isn't the same girl,
Not my ex still took a piece of my world.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
