Four years later.
Stories from then to now shared over a burger & pasta.
Memories scattered across the hotel floor.
Secrets pour out of our mouths like the rain outside.
"I'm still madly in love with you." Escaped from your mouth like a teenage runaway.
I wish I could say it back.
To stitch your open heart that spilled on the duvet.
"I'm sorry."
Was all that filled that cold hotel room that night.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoesieI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
