he was the reminder of what i could've had
the road i could've walked
with feet that tip toed toward destiny fulfilled,
lips i could've kissed
a face between my bosom that wouldn't be yours.
it's terrible of me to think
but whenever things go downhill
i think of never being
treated by him this way
as you ask me to stay
my mind is a place
thinking of a face
that almost looks like you.
with brown skin
pink lips
a birthday the mirror of mine
with a promise
that if we meet again,
it'd be the right place, right time.
with a secret
that if it's meant to be,
if it's really divine,
our lives will find a way
to make our paths intertwine.
we pinky promised,
red cups,
no alcohol in sight
nighttime,
brown eyes,
hot red lights.
sometimes i feel
i should've kissed you that night.
an urge i had to fight.
YOU ARE READING
PILLOW
Poesiewhen my head hit the PILLOW, i dreamt of words and painted them with letters, hoping to release. hoping to find peace.
