as i sit, and look around my room,
i remember us dancing,
i remember the times you carried me around,
the times you held my hand,
the movies we watched,
while you held me,
the laughter we shared,
the times we kissed,
the silent moments,
the secrets i shared,
the smiles,
the times we ate together,
i still crave your company. to not have you around, is something i have to learn to get used to.
YOU ARE READING
feelings.
Poetrya very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
