4:31

One poem down, another one up
I’m combing my hair with my fingers
The bags under my eyes are getting heavy
And yet my mind refuses to leave

To leave from the room of memories we had together
I still want to linger here
In the comfort of your closeness
In the addiction your smile brings to me

The past might as well make out of me
Another J. Gatsby of today
I’d throw parties and reunions
Just to have a chance to see you again


© preciousjemwrites

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