Nostalgia
Nothing beats that feeling,
Seeing him so close upon waking.
Lashes fluttering open,
A window I wanted to see often.
Lips morphing into a mischievous grin,
Making my whole world spin.
When he spoke of his greetings
Oh how he kept me falling,
Into his spell repeatedly.
April 22, 2020
5:08PM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
