you knock on my door
silently asking to come in,
i can't live like this anymore -
i'm aching to touch your skin
you ask me how i've been
while looking me in the eyes,
i shrug and pour you some gin -
without you i've seen the blackest skies
you and i start to undress fast
without really caring about a thing,
you're not a memory, not a past -
you're a song my heart wants to sing.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
dandelion in a storm
Puisia collection of poems by me to read whenever you feel happy, sad, cozy, or just in the right mood. 🕊 - find me on instagram: @elizabethbagirov cover by: @flowsofly
