As the colours fade
As my memory remains
I'm here, can't you see me?
I'm here.
Did you hear what I said?
I still love you.
I remember you in my bed
With me under you.
I still hear your red jacket,
I still can see your silhouette.
Do you miss me too?
Or would you say "I loved you"?
I was a little girl
Playing with her Ken doll
But I don't wanna play
Not anymore.
I've figured it out
Feelings haven't changed.
Do you still feel the same
or did your love run to waste?
I still feel
Your lips on my neck,
Your hand on my leg,
Your hair on my back.
Do you feel it too?
Can I finally say
that I've always loved you?
YOU ARE READING
My little book of thoughts
PoetryEvery day, when I arrive home, I lay down in my bed, stare at the ceiling and think about every single thing that happened in my day. Once, I wrote a little poem, just for fun and, maybe, just to tell myself everything that I didn't want to forget...
