The sun beamed down
at us
As if it was smiling down.
Our clothes stuck to our skin
from endless minutes outside
to timeless memories
Smoke, heat, and silence
clung around us
We reeked of years of friendship.
In which, outsider can smell it as well.
Your laughter bubbled up as well
as what you said.
Say something or I'll stop being friends with you.
Chocking on knives.
One
for
each words.
If you did , Ill miss you.
Instead of letting loose.
I chain myself to a facade.
To these words:
Yeah right I dare you.
YOU ARE READING
150 things I never said
PoetryA book of poetry as the title 152 things i never said to a friend or a stranger @Wishing_Angel made the cover. It's beautiful
