the heat would fill your cheeks
and stain your skin the color of roses
when the sharp words
dug into your veins
the cold would crawl up your spine
with freezing fingers the color of snow
and intentions as frigid as
your heart
the numbing silence spread in the space
between you and him
like an ugly tablecloth
that nobody wanted
the rain would gather in your eyes
and he'd take a sharp inhale
when he saw your tears
knowing it'd be the last time he'd see you cry
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
