You would think we are just friends
but your hands keep touching mine
when will this confusion stop
while we still smile those fake expressions
you know how I feel
brushing you hair with my fingertips
Is their another one
who steals you from me
nothing can heal the scar
that has just opened
maybe one day you will hold me
and love me like you should
but untill then
every single thought
of your hair, skin, smell
and dark brown eyes
is hurting my mind
Dedicated to Nathan Davison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was a pleasant read and you did well with the visual. Thanks for sharing.