we dont talk anymore.
i forgot the sound of your voice and the smell of your breath spreading through your lungs.
oh god, how i ache to remember the way your eyes flutter open
with just delicate movements
in the morning light.
sometimes, if i close my eyes hard enough,
these colors appear on the inside of my eye lids
and i can just make out that color that filled your eyes.
i dont exactly remember the sight because,
the last time you looked at me in the eye
you were leaving me ...
and that moment
i prefer to never remember.
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
Poetrythis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
