The Unsent Love Letters

It was 1 AM. He kissed me, eyes lingered on me, and I asked, "Why?" "I like you." "You don't know me," He tilted his head. "I want to, though." Damn he was so hot. And I lost my thought, our first kiss was sweet. I addicted to his.

I turned you into poetry, every time the feeling is heavy, every time the memories haunted me. I turned you into poetry, cause I know no way to shoo you away; or to keep you stay at the very same day

He's the whole universe of a poem. He wrote me one I am craving for more Now he's gone Left me no words It’s a memory You are such a game I might never beat Cause twas me, the attached one You are burning within my body The feeling is warm and pleasant; Yet harsh and bitter