When?
When did that happen, hey?
When did we become avoidance?
When did we become two strangers
When you were the only one
I could ever picture myself having a slow dance
With at four AM in the light.
When did you decide
You didn't want to know me anymore?
~J.K.M
Your Arms Lie:
A cliche
I should have shot down from a mile away
Something that might have been real
But I guess I'll never know
Because the drugs numbed what you feel
And you were the first to let go
When we slow danced drunkly
To fucking Wonderwall nonetheless
At a 1AM party.
But being in your arms
Even for those brief minutes
Was a complete lie.
~J.K.M
YOU ARE READING
1. An Implication (Poetry)
ŞiirPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
