His heart was all I kept,
beating.
His hands were all I held,
tight.
His eyes were all I believed,
truth.
His beauty was all I saw,
soul.
His touch was all I felt,
electric.
His warmth was all I knew,
inviting.
His smile was all I gained,
happy.
His lips were all I tasted,
sweet.
His aroma was all I smelled,
pleasant.
His hugs were all I needed,
safe.
his laughter was all I heard,
joy.
His love was all I had,
cherish.
He was all I ever wanted.
forever.
YOU ARE READING
humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
