The pang, pulse inside
My chest warns me of the hours
To come. I am so
Anticipating
What will happen to come next.
I close my tired
Eyes and envision
The once dry grass now covered
In a thick layer
Of snow. But you still
Manage to look the same. Just
Like I left you. On
The day we first met.
A lump forms in my
Throat and my lungs clench softly.
I imagine your
Small, smooth, forever lasting
First kiss at midnight.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
The pang, pulse inside
My chest warns me of the hours
To come. I am so
Anticipating
What will happen to come next.
I close my tired
Eyes and envision
The once dry grass now covered
In a thick layer
Of snow. But you still
Manage to look the same. Just
Like I left you. On
The day we first met.
A lump forms in my
Throat and my lungs clench softly.
I imagine your
Small, smooth, forever lasting
First kiss at midnight.
I forgot to write a poem on New Years Eve. But it's sorta my wish that one day this will happen for me. This makes me sad though cause I kinda wish I hadn't written it as well
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