Your eyes
Don’t speak the same.
They lay fallen,
Unable to look my way.
Your kiss
Was once passionate and sublime.
But your lips ,
As cold as ice,
Lay lazily on mine.
Your movement,
So rushed.
Our fingers barely touch.
For you caress my cheek,
One last time.
As I cry into your hand,
You stand away from mine.
This poem is about falling out of love with someone , the harsh pain of it and the effect it has. If you can relate to this, I hear you and you will get through this!
