Mar 2021
(Sip, sip)
It
Trickles
Down
My
Throat
The warmth
Hitting
My
Chest
Like
A
Perfect
CRASH.
Lungs... EXPAND........
As
I
breathe
You
In.
The
Empty glass
F
A
L
L
S
I pick it up,
and drink you again.
It
Trickles
Down
My
Throat
The warmth
Hitting
My
Chest
Like
A
Perfect
CRASH.
Lungs... EXPAND........
As
I
breathe
You
In.
The
Empty glass
F
A
L
L
S
I pick it up,
and drink you again.
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.
A spontaneous poem, with no influence but based on the theme of love. But what love is it about and what is inside the glass?
....
YOU DECIDE!
A spontaneous poem, with no influence but based on the theme of love. But what love is it about and what is inside the glass?
....
YOU DECIDE!
