Every thing is yours
As I forget your face
I remember your hands on a table
Your smell in hallways
And your smile
On Tuesday at 3pm
I remember the heat
Your eyes....
How is it that you have become a sixth sense?
Not having you around heightened everything
Now coffee is as brown as your eyes
And the inky nights, your hair
In the night.....
I don't dream of you
Your complete essence consumes my day that it must hold out on the night
I am saturated
Yet no love can be diluted from me
Even when people are poured in
Overflowing
I stand firm
Choking out bits of myself
To keep you alive
In me
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThese are some poems related to my life. Some snippets of me but some of them are just random. Possibly. The subconscious can be funny. Maybe you'll relate. Maybe you won't either way.. It's something to read and another person's eyes to see the wor...
