I miss
Everything
Her hair, her eyes, her skin
Midnight, sky blue, cream
All not mine
But somehow still mine
In my mind, my head, my heart
The image of her
Of the flowers and trees
Of that one who got caught
Of those who've left
And those who are gone
And she still stayed
Through it all
But somehow quit
With longing
And now my heart
My head
My mind
All in a bushel
Confused by it all
By longing
And in torture
But learning
Day by day
That she doesn't
Matter
YOU ARE READING
The Sun in His Eyes
ПоэзияStatus: finished . A boy expressing that men can, as well, express the extremity of emotion women can reach. Through traumatic loss. . a book of poetry, to cleanse the soul:)
