as my boots crunched on dried leaves,
my heart beat loud in my chest,
and puffs of condensation,
mixed with the cool air around me.my heart would feel a bit better,
if i could forget,
the way you plucked out the chords,
to my favorite song -
but my hands would feel a lot warmer,
if they were held between yours:my heart knows i shouldn't want you,
your too good,
sad looking eyes,
with your tough guy attitude -but it aches for you every day,
it aches for you in the way i pour my tea,
and the way i wash my face -
my body yearned for you
in my every movement
of every single day,
that i'm not with you.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.