Aftershave
The aftershave you gifted Lasted longer than us Should I spray it one last time? Let it linger over my otherwise dry skin? The aftertaste of our last kiss Stands firmly on my tongue Should I erase it with water? Let it melt into my heart shaped cavity? The after hours of our conversations Still keep me up late at nights Should I drown them with sleep? Let them dissipate with the reckoning of a new dawn? The aftermath of a concluded "us" Feels like an unfinished business Should I let it haunt ...
Aftershave
The aftershave you gifted Lasted longer than us Should I spray it one last time? Let it linger over my otherwise dry skin? The aftertaste of our last kiss Stands firmly on my tongue Should I erase it with water? Let it melt into my heart shaped cavity? The after hours of our conversations Still keep me up late at nights Should I drown them with sleep? Let them dissipate with the reckoning of a new dawn? The aftermath of a concluded "us" Feels like an unfinished business Should I let it haunt ...
Her love for mo
Her love for mountains Was more than for me Who could blame her For she was the sea Her love for music Completed my symphony No surprises For she was the missing key Her love for nature Made me believe Once again in eternity For she was the dream But then again Her love for mountains Made me weak from the knees After all, We were just a temporary gush of air And she the strong, free flowing breeze
Her love for mo
Her love for mountains Was more than for me Who could blame her For she was the sea Her love for music Completed my symphony No surprises For she was the missing key Her love for nature Made me believe Once again in eternity For she was the dream But then again Her love for mountains Made me weak from the knees After all, We were just a temporary gush of air And she the strong, free flowing breeze
The Origins of a Poem
Writing an original poem after a long time
