I need to face the reality,
You're gone, you won't come back.
Make my love stop, my salty
Tears run until my heart's black.
Your hazel eyes, reminding me of books.
You were the main passion, might still be.
Still mesmerized by your perfect looks.
You're the pollen in flowers, I'm a still bee.
You're mentally dead to me,
Do you realize that?
You've moved on, you're ahead of me.
YOU ARE READING
end of love
PoetryBook of poems mostly about heartbreak and love. To my exes, without you this book wouldn't have happened. Thank you for the love and the heartbreak.
