Poems from Sinister_Sizter
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place.
I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face.
I was a vast land, long...
At that very moment I wanted nothing else,
I just wanted all of him to myself.
Selfish and relentless, I had to have him.
He was the empty...
Maybe what we fear most is not failure
but the idea of what could be lost.
We can wait with open palms,
but purpose may dodge our digits....