"I loved you like a man loves a woman, he never touches"
And will I ever touch your hand?
Will I ever feel your skin on mine?
Will I ever?
"I loved you like a man loves a woman, he never touches, only writes to"
And I wish you could read all the things I've wrote to you
Maybe count all the letters in them
Maybe keep them next to you
So it'd remind you of me
"I loved you like a man loves a woman, he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of"
And where did all your photographs went?
Have I buried them like you did to your promise?
Have I lost them in the way back home?
Have I burnt them just like you did to me?
Where did all your photographs went?
And now all I can say is that
"I loved you like a man loves a woman"
for The 1975 lover.
YOU ARE READING
This Is For You
PoesíaEvery part of this, is about someone/something that went through my life, and changed/affected me, even a little bit -and some fucked up thoughts- Every part has a diffrent story Date of starting: August 4th, 2020 Date of finishing: Nov 21th, 2020
