I love how we still talk. I love how you tell me about your day and how we still joke and laugh like we used to.
When it's late at night, I let myself drown in the highest hopes, making up ideas in my head of what we can be.
I wish I could touch your face and kiss your lips like I used to. I miss laughing with you when I can't sleep.
It's 3 a.m you know? And you are sailing in the sea my thoughts are and I wish you wreck, so you'd never leave.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings that I hide.
PoetryThese are the feelings you'll never know about, because you are gone.
