i remember you talking to me
sitting inside those old blocks
telling me what you did all day
i was in pain, but nobody noticedi remember you playing with my cheeks
on those cute dinner dates at mcdonalds
pinching 'em so gently every time
i was stressed but who caresi remember you talking about my eyes
on those late night phone calls
telling me whether they're green or hazel
i was depressed but I didn't say anythingi remember your smile and your beautiful flaws
i remember your looks and all those cries.
i remember all of it cause
my old diary was full of you
YOU ARE READING
Verses Of Life And Death
PoetryAnd now all I smell is coffee, cigarettes and you, All I think about is you, and I don't like talking about how I feel So I decided to write. Email: Shaxad.here@gmail.com