The quiet part
That was the most affectionate whisper
You used to tell me before you decided
To leave her and to kiss her
And to either be more or just remain best friends with her
And when I disguised the name as her
I meant me
What about me?
YOU ARE READING
I dreamt it and I woke Up
PoetryI dreamt every wish I dreamt every kiss And wondered when The dream was going to fall from my hands To my mind From writing down the words on a piece of paper And called them Cheeks Dreams Why was that a dark time where everything just became a memo...
