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Nov 2014
I've been feeling things I don't know how to describe
I'm not sure when it happened
I feel like I'm born again, and everything is new and nothing has meaning

I'm no longer afraid of life after death
But he stands in my way

I kept on thinking about how everything felt like nothing except when I touched him
I couldn't say what I had done the day before but I could tell you in detail how his skin felt, what side of his face pulled his smile, and which hand he used to push back his hair.

When I cry he tells me he understands, but when he cries I know he doesn't
He says he believes he was meant to find me but I told him I don't believe in that
What does he know?
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