Maybe I still hold on to hope somehow,
On the sparks in your eyes as you smile,
Quiet confessions in shoulder-bumps,
This dialogue we've been threading for a while.
Although I know you couldn't like me back,
Days like this, when spent with you,
I couldn't help but want more than just
Remembering.
YOU ARE READING
Velvet Shadows
Poetry"We no longer have the bright skies, And tangerine drenched windows, But a twilight soaked in white lies And consuming velvet shadows." __________________________________ A continuation to Pulchritude. Two years gone by, when I thought a love that h...
