I do not want to open my door while I am still building my home
To watch someone outside in my window, smiling at me like you used to wear;
To greet her with the same endearment that we called each other.
I do not want to meet a new stranger and promise a room in my heart when all the spaces inside me still bears your name.
When your pictures are still filed on my gallery;
When my earphones play the same set of songs we used to listen
When I still love you.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
