In the hush of LOOKS salon's private space,
We shared a moment, in an intimate embrace.
You called me close, and on my cheek, you kissed,
Leaving me breathless, in a moment so blissed.
As we departed, on the stairs you stood,
You hugged me tight, as if you could
Wrap me in warmth, like a cozy embrace,
In your arms, I found my solace, my place.
YOU ARE READING
things that are left unsaid
Poetry"Things That Are Left Unsaid" delves into the profound silence that exists between words, exploring the weight of unspoken emotions and the depth of unexpressed thoughts. Through poignant imagery and evocative language, the poem navigates the spaces...
