you don't know what you take for granted
until it's ripped from your hands
the moment you find little things you appreciate
like the rise
and the fall
of her chest
and colour in her cheeks
the way she grabs your hand
like it's golden
all this time
you've been taking the little things for granted
appreciate them
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
