Sometimes I hear the music
Secretly paying in my ears;
Even when I cannot begin
To envision your presence.
Sometimes I see the stars
Wink at my tear stained face;
Even when there are in fact
No stars in the solemn sky.
Sometimes I feel your kiss
Lingering on my bare skin;
Even when you have long
Closed the door to you and I.
YOU ARE READING
Dawn
PoetryA poetry collection from my writing days, words I never dared speak, that spilled into these lines. A poetry book detailing a troubled young girl and toxic relationships. Following her footsteps from hope and strength, to depression and despair. TW:...
