You liked to sing,
your voice was almost angelic in my ears.
I loved it when you said my name.
I wish I could breathe the same
air as you.
Would my thoughts still be consumed
when you opened your mouth?
YOU ARE READING
CITY BOY
Poetryin a world of my own mental torture, there was him. memories like daggers now fill my mind. (updates when I can, feedback welcome) check link in bio for more content
