Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2017
Most of the time I'm not usually bothered by the fact that my love for you will forever be unrequited. But on some nights,the thought of not being able to know what it feels like to hold your hand,to not know what your lips taste of,to never know how fast your heart beats when our eyes meet,to never know what it feels like to have my hand on your chest as we watch some corny movie, these thoughts keep me up at night. And it breaks my heart to bits.
bones
Written by
bones  unknown
(unknown)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems