I was meant to be yours
To long for your smile
To fall victim to your gaze
To be your clay to mold
You were not meant to be mine
To feel my skin
To touch my soul
To calm my mind
We mean nothing
But I still feel your breath on my neck
But I still see your face in my ceiling
But I still hear your whispers in my bedroom
-
The Five Senses of Obsession
um first poem on here if its bad feel free to critique pls don't be too mean though I will cry