(12/24/2020 BR) 149 words
I am holding your invisible hand,
Waiting and hoping,
That one day I might feel your warm hand against mine.
You are my ghost.
And I want to see you,
But every time I turn my head,
You become a whisp.
I can almost smell you minty breath,
Breathing gently on my face.
I can almost hear your voice,
Calling out my my name.
I can almost see your fluffy hair.
But when I lift up my hand,
I only catch air.
When I go to feel your nose,
I feel nothing.
When I turn my head to face you,
I see nothing.
It was all in my head.
When I reach out to grab your hand,
All I grab is a lonely heart.
Where are you?
Why do you stand from afar?
Why can't you just embrace me already?
You are my personal ghost.
YOU ARE READING
My idiotic love
Poetrypoems starting from 2020 to current. this is my second book of poetry. um not sure what else to put here so uh yeah. trigger warnings be careful and take care of yourself! lots of love from the author. :)
