You were stood there,
At the bottom of the stairs.
Your hands in the pockets of your jeans.
The silver jacket reflected the bright lights above,
With a pattern of black fish scales.
Your dark curly hair looked so beautiful tonight.
It upsets me,
Knowing I'll never see you again.
My lover from another life.
I wish you were here to hold me,
because I couldn't take my eyes off you.
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
