Your bright oiled skin slowly turned pale.
The blood that rushed to your cheeks as you would smile
Now dripped down your arm.
Those beautiful bright grey eyes of yours now clouded.
The warmth of your body long gone,
Stolen by Death's strong grasp.
I only wish to hear that sweet voice of yours;
Your laughter which was my daily music.
I only wish to see your face,
Your smile that would light up my world.
I only wish that you were here by my side,
And not lying still in your grave.
But reality is a little different,
You can never escape it.
YOU ARE READING
Cluttered minds
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING! A collection of poems dealing with various emotions of a teenager. "Our minds are a bundle of thoughts, random thoughts that fill our mind in a disorganized manner. Nobody can be in control of this, most of the times not even you." ...
