Lying next to you
Warmth engulfs me,
Your eyes starry and sad,
Tells me you are tired.
You tell me
About far flung things; love.
You are physically near me,
But your soul wanders on and off.
Being with you is like
Recreating an art.
And I am a failed artist.
It would have been easier,
If we met before;
We were broken,
We were happy
And
In love.
❤
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Realest
PuisiPoems and tales that will remind you of how much you are actually living and hurting. Some realistic poetry. Actually not a good writer but do leave some feed backs for me.
