place usually occupied by your presence
which used to complete my every possible essence
is now empty
and so are my thoughts
I keep searching for an inspiration
in every detail of this mad world
but there is not a single thing
able to capture my attention
except the holes
formed in your sweater
so I put both of my hands
in there
yet nothing happens
you just ain't there to hold me
in a cold weather
not now
and certainly
not ever.
YOU ARE READING
Expiration date 08/2018
PoetryI hate summers For their empty sense Yet You Made This one Pretty tense And as much as I love Autumn for it's vintage glory I kinda wish there was no end for this summer story
