Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Days of the Week

On Monday we met, our eyes fixated on one another, eager to know more

On Tuesday we talked, twiddling our thumbs, fidgeting in our seats, pondering on the right things to say

On Wednesday we hugged, your arms held me close, heartbeats in sync, I felt myself floating

On Thursday we kissed, our lips gravitated towards each other, like the moon and the sea, the connection was natural

On Friday we confessed, three little words wrapped around our ears,

forever tattooed in our minds

On Saturday you disappeared, no note, no call, no text

not a trace of you left that I could still hold on to

On Sunday I cried, my heart still beats, but never the same way,

would you ever give me a reason if I ever asked "Why?"

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
QueenChrissy
F / Florida
Published
Aug 7, 2018
Lines·Words
10·132
Notes

Just a cheeky poem about first love... :P

Constructive Criticism and feedback is welcomed and appreciated :)

Tags
#love#feelings#why
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell QueenChrissy how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write