Teacups and Pens

Recollection.

I can't even

what color

your eyes are.

I don't even

what it feels like

to have your arms

secured around me.

To feel numb

when I think

of the way

you lifted me off my feet.

But, my love,

you must truely see,

that because I've written this poem,

I'm a liar.

Simply because

I do miss those things.

But that doesn't mean

I remember them.

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Sorry, this is pretty short but I'm writing more, especially with a long weekend :)

I hope to publish at least three, if not more, poems by the end of Monday.

Thanks for all the support, keep voting guys :) Love you!