do you remember the stars in your hair,
the touch of the breeze, on your light, pale skin?
do you recall my lips against your temples,
my palm against your heart in the cool summer wind? can you feel me touching you softly as if
it was my far best skill? i hope i always remember
our sunny days, because you don't, and
you never will.
YOU ARE READING
constellated stars
Poetry❝no❞ might make him angry, but it will set you free. - if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #28 in poetry #25 in poetrycollection
