Dec 2023
Your eyes
Don’t speak the same.
They lay fallen,
Unable to look my way.
Your kiss
Was once passionate and sublime.
But your lips ,
As cold as ice,
Lay lazily on mine.
Your movement,
So rushed.
Our fingers barely touch.
For you caress my cheek,
One last time.
As I cry into your hand,
You stand away from mine.
Don’t speak the same.
They lay fallen,
Unable to look my way.
Your kiss
Was once passionate and sublime.
But your lips ,
As cold as ice,
Lay lazily on mine.
Your movement,
So rushed.
Our fingers barely touch.
For you caress my cheek,
One last time.
As I cry into your hand,
You stand away from mine.
This poem is about falling out of love with someone , the harsh pain of it and the effect it has. If you can relate to this, I hear you and you will get through this!
