The leaves are falling
just like the tears
that run through my face.
The wind blows so hard
that it almost passes through my soul,
which is in struggle for love
that I feel for you girl.
After months of waiting
nothing has come.
And it's so painful
to be the only one who remembers.
The taste of your kisses is slow to fade,
it's like if they were tattooed on my lips.
Just the though of you with someone else
it's like a fist in my chest,
salt in my cuts,
a blade in my heart.
And what if I could never forget you?
What if I will meet somebody else,
but I coudn't fall for them
because they aren't you?
What if you will never come back?
I can make everyone belive that I don't love you anymore.
But I find it so difficult
to convince myself
that it's true.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts.
Poetry"Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does." - Allen Ginsberg from Ginsberg, A Biography This is a collection of p...
