A Poem of Sorts.

A Poem of Sorts.

is it wrong i want to own you?

is it wrong that i see you and i feel an irrepressible urge to smile?

is it wrong that your pain stabs me

and your sadness makes me cry?

is it wrong that you’re the first thought i wake up to

and the last one that welcomes my dreams?

and is it wrong that when i do dream, it’s of memories we’ve had and times that have past melting into unidentifiable glimpses big future joy?

is it wrong that my heart aches at the thought of a fight?

is it wrong that i always want to know how you feel so i’ll know how to feel?

and is it wrong that even after writing this, i’ll still think about you some more?

is it?

No Comments

Post A Comment

#Follow us on Instagram