Gentle.
Poetry about loss and moving on
I still remember the way
Your hands would slip into mine
Whenever I leave it out in the open
So warm and gentle, just like you
Your lips so soft and tempting
It's so hard not to miss you
When your presence lingers around
Longer than it should have
I miss running my hands through your hair
Seeing you smile and laugh
Days were better when I was with you
I still remember the way
Your skin felt against my touch
I caress your face for the last time
Now I'm all alone, and you're with someone else
I bet you're so in love with her
Like the way I loved you
But you've forgotten me
And I'm still here, going through so much
With all the memories of you haunting me
About all the things we did together
How you were always so gentle
And how you used to love me.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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