it would always be a wonder,
a curious question to answer,
as to how suddenly at will,
you can command what i feel.
this is all but a mystery,
i can't decipher completely.
no proof under the glass,
no fingerprints to pass.
so am i getting sick perhaps?
is this a poisoning mishap?
a perfect crime of stealing,
where my heart is beating
but it's already missing
and you're responsible of taking.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoesíaAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
