Staring out of my window
I am wondering
Was that the gold necklace
Or the heart shaped ring
Which I gave you
Before our first kiss
On your 21st birthday
Hey, was that a French kiss?
How can I forget it
That was our third tryst
08:30 and 46 seconds in the night
Of March thirty first
My thoughts made you forget things
Your mobile, purse, even house keys
And your one sight was enough
To make me weak at the knees
They say, you never leave a good relation
You always leave something behind
A part of you maybe
Or little peace of mind
But that should not stop you
From playing part in many stories
Cause in the end
You will only have these memories
~ TallGuy
YOU ARE READING
A bit of me, a bit of you
PoetryA bit of me: Just straight from my heart, I think something and write that, set of lines coming in my mind A bit of you: Your soul searching for something, reached here and saw this, a bit of you lived with me while reading a bit of me
