The way I touch the words with my fingertips,
when my lips move in a sync to narrate the whole story, reminds me how your hands brushed through my hair and your touch on my fragile skin when your lips where on mine
moving in a rhythmic sync.
The quiet rustle of moving pages,
when I turn them over to get the pleasure of knowing someone's story,
reminds me how you used to love my soft wispers under your starry sky.
And finally this story ends,
Reminding me that you were there but just in dreams.
Or maybe it was all for the love of papers filled with inks.
YOU ARE READING
a piece of moon and the sunflower star
PoetryJust some poems, prose and thoughts from a teenagers mind. I own all the drawings of this book. Thank you :) Btw cover is designed by me. #1 poetry #1 poetrybook #1 poetrycollection 27 June 2022 #1 poem 18 Aug 2022 #1 poetrybook 1 December 2022
