UnfinishedA Poem by Faith Almazan
Every night I feel your hand
when I lay alone. Every night I hear you say, "Monkey call me on the phone". I cannot trust it. What if it's not you? I feel your lips a gentle kiss but maybe it's not true. I feel you everyday.
© 2023 Faith Almazan |
Stats
98 Views
Added on October 7, 2023 Last Updated on October 7, 2023 AuthorFaith AlmazanVancouver, CanadaAboutThese are a collection of my poems that I've written. more..Writing
|