I felt a hand
on my cheek
Wiping the tears
away
But the boy
who did that
He doesn't exist
He was just someone
I met in a dream
YOU ARE READING
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
Tears
I felt a hand
on my cheek
Wiping the tears
away
But the boy
who did that
He doesn't exist
He was just someone
I met in a dream