Traces of you linger these walls
leaving me to face it all.
Memories of you and me
have me wanting you desperately.
Your eyes locked on me as I descend.
My eyes saw you but we still played pretend.
You purposely brushing your warm skin against mine,
leaving you and me on a very fine line.
The times I turned and your face was right there,
close enough to count the strands of you hair.
Our inevitable fate was destined to come,
remembrance of each other fading one by one.
But I'm thankful for the way you made me feel
because it was the first time I ever felt something real.
STAI LEGGENDO
a hopeless romantic's heartbreak | poems
Storie d'amoreAs a hopeless romantic, I wrote these poems to show the journey it took and the feelings that were felt to heal from a heartbreak. Hope you enjoy:)
