To my lover and friend,
I wonder what it's like to hear you laugh,
Laughing over something ridiculous that I probably did
I wonder what it's like to feel your fingers running up and down my body,
Gently tugging through my hair
I wonder what it's like to see you every day,
To wake up and kiss your lovely face
I wonder what it's like to snuggle into you and inhale your scent,
To know if you smell like strawberries or peppermint
And I wonder what it's like to taste your skin,
To trace your beautiful body and every hidden inch.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Elizabeth
PoetryThe purpose is to help me cope. Told in a dramatic monologue, I walk my younger self through the things I lived. I only hope these messages will relieve the hurt as I still carry the painful memories I didn't have a chance to release. Because at tho...
