it was one of those days.
the days where the sun was warm as you lay in it.
the days where the sky was clear, not a cloud in sight.
the breeze was light. the wind flying through your hair.
everything was close to perfect.
perfect.
as the feelings of happiness travel
through my veins,
through my body.
suddenly it stops.
and the happiness disappears.
replaced with yet another heavy heart.
on the perfect day.
nothing was perfect, anymore.
YOU ARE READING
the way you make me feel
Poetrya collection of excerpts that will make you understand the way you make me feel.
