Letter #2

Dear you,
My mouth tastes of
cigarettes and sadness.
My eyes are
full of tears and red.
My hands are
shaking as I write this.
My mind is plastered
with you and your thoughts
and hatred for me,
because I know I ruined it all.
-
Also,
I would like you to know
I wanted
My mouth to
taste of you.
My eyes be
filled with beauty,
whenever I think of or see you.
My hands
sweaty and intertwined in yours.
My mind plastered
with you and our thoughts.
 

 

Did you see the pattern?

Reviews

[micky]

Another heart breaking but beautiful piece.. Well done:P