As Soon as
my head is off the pillow
I rush to your embrace
Your bold face
Your short face
It leads me to a place
Rather
a sensation I can not replace
nor retrace the origin of which this feeling touches base
Although I’ve tried to give you space
And we’ve blocked each other
correction
you’ve blocked me out
You ran about with my belongings devout
You’ve left me in a drought
No place to go
No faces to see
No one to hold
Now that’s
a sensation
I can live without
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 4:50 AM UTC
As Soon as
my head is off the pillow
I rush to your embrace
Your bold face
Your short face
It leads me to a place
Rather
a sensation I can not replace
nor retrace the origin of which this feeling touches base
Although I’ve tried to give you space
And we’ve blocked each other
correction
you’ve blocked me out
You ran about with my belongings devout
You’ve left me in a drought
No place to go
No faces to see
No one to hold
Now that’s
a sensation
I can live without
A poem to poetry or a poem to someone you just cant let go of