Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2019
If I have ever held your hand, know that I still hold it in my heart
If I have ever dried a tear from your cheek, I still feel it on my skin.
If you’ve ever burned me- I still remember the warmth before the pain.
Change the locks, I still hold the old keys to every place I once called home.
I can never bring myself to understand why we make strangers from ex-lovers
We mourn for the death of who we wanted those people to be,
And lie to ourselves when asked if we broke our own hearts.
Written by
Silver  26/F/Earth, maybe.
(26/F/Earth, maybe.)   
   Fawn, Harper and Suzy Berlinsky
Please log in to view and add comments on poems