Flipping through the pages of our lives, I found a chapter.
A chapter called 'You'.
Your eyes, your smile, your jokes, your laughs, your clothes,
just you.
Your hair, your freckles, your smell, your family,
just you.
Your tears, your shouts, your anger, your bags,
just you.
your heartache, your loss, your departure, our empty bed,
just me.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Thoughts
Poesiacollection of late night poetry and thoughts ~ madness, heartbreak, love and isolation. a mess of my mind depicted in a book. (lowercase intended)
