I wanted you to touch me,
Like nobody ever had before,
In a way my thoughts had never wandered before.
I wanted your hands on my hips,
And my arms around your neck.
I wanted our lips to dance,
A waltz,
For all eyes to see.
I wanted you right beside me.
But you're consuming me,
Taking over my mind,
Intercepting electric signals,
And making my heart jolt,
With rage.
Envy.
Longing.
Disappointment.
Love.
Hate.
You're no good for me. And the worst part is?
I don't even know who to define as the word 'You.'
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Poetry Journal
PoetryPoetry is a doorway to the soul. Don't open the door if you're afraid of what's inside. All of these are my original works so copyright is on them.
