A lost love Poems
The END of us
by Lily Isong
The END of us
The love you gave to me was one I never experienced, one my heart had desperately longed for. It took years for you to come by and another yes to be able to be with you.
The pigments of my heart blossomed for you, the ventricles celebrated you, for you acted like a red blood cell, we could fight gallantly against all odds just because you were here.
When our lips joined, my body celebrated you, it tingled at every touch from you, My bones creaked with ecstasy. My heart, she knew you too, your name was tattooed on her fragile walls . You were perfect for me, I could feel it. I know you did too.
In the library, you're in my head, not a distraction...no, not at all but a perfect attraction that glued every tiny detail in those boring and voluminous books to my head. Your love worked wonders.
On the streets, your hands played along the small of my back possessively and I was pleased, my hands fit perfectly in yours as we walked along the streets like we owned it. I was proud of us.
Everything was perfect until the night before the other night you promised to call but never did, I waited for you, I stood along the alleys of frustration and neglect. I knew you were with her, probably doing to her the things we learnt together, the things I thought could only be done with me. I knew it, I felt it. The intuitions, they were so strong. I could hear you through my soul's antenna whispering to her same things you tell me.
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The END of us
by Lily Isong
The END of us
The love you gave to me was one I never experienced, one my heart had desperately longed for. It took years for you to come by and another yes to be able to be with you.
The pigments of my heart blossomed for you, the ventricles celebrated you, for you acted like a red blood cell, we could fight gallantly against all odds just because you were here.
When our lips joined, my body celebrated you, it tingled at every touch from you, My bones creaked with ecstasy. My heart, she knew you too, your name was tattooed on her fragile walls . You were perfect for me, I could feel it. I know you did too.
In the library, you're in my head, not a distraction...no, not at all but a perfect attraction that glued every tiny detail in those boring and voluminous books to my head. Your love worked wonders.
On the streets, your hands played along the small of my back possessively and I was pleased, my hands fit perfectly in yours as we walked along the streets like we owned it. I was proud of us.
Everything was perfect until the night before the other night you promised to call but never did, I waited for you, I stood along the alleys of frustration and neglect. I knew you were with her, probably doing to her the things we learnt together, the things I thought could only be done with me. I knew it, I felt it. The intuitions, they were so strong. I could hear you through my soul's antenna whispering to her same things you tell me.
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