Flashbacks lie in wait.
They circle my mind, trap my feelings, and then leave them behind.
Back then, I smiled at the thought of you. For every touch I've ever felt from your smooth skin, every arrow I've ever taken to the heart from your warm smile, I'd smile at the thought of you.
But now my body aches for what could have been's and what if's, and broken records play on and on every living day for me.
That smile has no longer appeared, and the shaky movement of opening that door again has begun to fade away.
Instead of reaching for the handle, my hands stay pressed against the structure. I breath as if each were my last.
Behind closed doors, I'm who you thought I'd never be.
Knock Knock.
Am I here?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Thoughts for Poems✔
PoesiaLove. Lust. Broken Trust. A Just for fun mix, with a twist and a kick. My mind wonders, yes, It's I who wrote 'em. So take a glance at these lines. Thoughts for Poems.
