No matter how much time has past,
I don't think I'll ever get over the memory of your sweet kisses,
Or the way the kitchen would fill with laughter.
Such light hearted feelings left a vacancy in my soul after your departure.
YOU ARE READING
memiors of the broken
PoetryI found myself lifted from my venom clouded thoughts. All minds can run laps while standing still. This is my story. These are memiors of the broken.
