I can't stop the images,
Rolling into my mind like waves.
They recede and flow back in,
When I least expect it.
Air sucks into my lungs,
Every time I remember.
I can't stop thinking about it.
I miss you.
Poetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I c... More
I can't stop the images,
Rolling into my mind like waves.
They recede and flow back in,
When I least expect it.
Air sucks into my lungs,
Every time I remember.
I can't stop thinking about it.
I miss you.