The first poem about you.
The last words I wanted to feel.
The way the ink flooded the page.
The feelings that struck me that time.
The time I was staring at a nothing.
The smile of yours when I looked back.
The words touching my soul.
The first poem about you.
The first poem about you.
The paper had the symptoms of you.
The hand of yours brushing my cheek.
The moment I knew you were something.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken thoughts. Sweet words.
PoesíaBecause sometimes love can be good and great and beyond any feeling ever felt. Sometimes it's worth taking a shot.
