I close my eyes, and I see her face.
She was beautiful.
I want to stay in those dreams,
Where I have her in my arms,
Because waking up, to a world where I have to live with the fact that she's gone is torture.
I think about her. I think about her a lot.
Those beautiful memories, forever in my heart, immortal in my poetry, but incomplete without her to relive them with.
The eyes I want to get lost into,
The cheeks I want to caress,
The lips I want to kiss,
And the arms I want to be embraced in,
I miss all of them.
Lately, I've been crying.
The memories are just crushing me,
And my heart torn apart, between what our story should've been, and what it is.
But I still hold on, to the memories, to her,
For all I know, is that
It hurts, but it's beautiful.
