Times have moved on,
But I miss the way you'd yawn, When we'd wake up at the dusk of dawn, With Whisky glasses still scraping our palms,
it's time to move on, and I know it's been too long, I just needed to write you this song,
so when you put it on, you know my heart hasn't moved on.
I still wear your socks, and snuggle your sweaters, at times they take me back to when days were better, I tried to take control of the snowy weather, but the sun never made me feel any better. The ice is melting, but my heart's still cold, it happened so fast, I was barely that old, I miss the girl, that wrote you poems, the girl I was when you were too old.
So maybe I'm to blame, say I pushed you away, i tried to show you the beauty in the pouring rain,
I miss the smell of musk and marijuana
And saying maybe do wanna wanna? Dance in the dark to our favorite songs and laugh at each other's every remark, I knew you never wanted to wanna but you were all that I wanted.
When cataclysms occur could you give this one last whirl?
I miss the smell of cigarettes and sex
the smell of coffee on your breath
Meeting you was no regret.
But those Long nights I now live to forget,
This city will remain tainted by the imprint you've made in all of our favourite places.
Yanna Vlahos
YOU ARE READING
Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
