I like to hear your voice,
even if it's only in my dreams.
I imagine your hair right next to mine-
it smells like chocolate and cinnamon.
I hope to see you one day but for now,
I'll only see you in my dreams
YOU ARE READING
Ashes to ashes
PoetryA collection of short poems about being a teenager in the modern world, losing parts of yourself to others and loving some with every cell in your body, realizing that sometimes you change but that doesn't mean the world changes too.
