Untitled#24

Untitled#24

 

The page has been ripped and torn.

I hope it’s the only one.

I don’t want this love to be gone.

How come you haven’t come home?

 

Only wanting to feel me, my body, my warmth.

Only appearing when you crave my touch.

Only when you’re wanting what you cant give back.

Reviews

[Tom]

You always miss the most what you've sometimes let slip away my friend !

Thoughtful poem !

[jenkey83]

Thank you for reviewing! You are my first!