to lie in bed
and remember you
is both a punishment,
and a gift.
to imagine your face
and try so hard to remember your laugh
is torture.
especially when i realize i dont remember it anymore.
i just know that i loved it so much.
i would give the rest of my life to hear it again.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
