Breakfast table, 12 noon,
Oddly comfortable silence,
Bowl of cereal, one spoon,
Maybe I am supposed to mind this.
Mirror image, sea green eyes,
She's strange company.
Felt almost too natural to break—
Something doesn't feel right,
But maybe it's just me.
No real sense of time,
Lace my fingers with mine;
Empty spaces so cold in between.
Can't fool my brain into believing—
Can't pretend it's like the real thing.
Not that I could remind myself, anyway.
I'll be 100% honest and say— I don't like this poem. I thought I'd post it anyway. If anything, it'll be good for improvement and I can always change it. Suggestions welcome! Xxx
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Love Letters from Another World
PoetryTaking inspiration from my own experiences, fictional happenings, and difficult subjects seldom discussed on this platform. All with the hope to bring a breath of fresh air to wattpad's poetry. Here is where I'll write poems as they come to me, and...
