I'm standing right where we first met,
With every breath I inhale,
Your cologne fresh as if it were yesterday,
With every pixel my eyes cover,
Your vision clear as if it were yesterday,
Pain creeping right through my spine,
As I move past the sofa, the pillows, the dine,
I wish this place only brought happy memories.
I'm standing right where we first met,
If only this wasn't where we last met.
If only this wasn't the place where you breathed your last.
YOU ARE READING
Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PoetryShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
