I remember
the first time
our lips
brushed,
against each other's.
It was dark,
and warm,
our spaces were
only a few inches.
It was the first time,
lips locked,
fingers and souls
intertwined.
We pulled away
too quickly,
as you told me
that you had been
wanting to do that
for a while.
I smiled as I reminisce
every words fumbling
from your mouth
at that comfortable
situation of silence,
as I wonder
if you thought
the same thing
when you left
me.
YOU ARE READING
6 am
诗歌6 am is a collection of poems about the worst kind of pain a heartbreak serves. This is the poem to all the lovers that went wrong and too confused to describe how they feel out there.
