Sundays

edwinknox

I used to look forward to Sunday

Because that was our day

We would escape from reality

And let ourselves drift away

 

I remember laying on your bed

Staring deep into your eyes

I could feel myself shaking

As I pressed my hands to your thighs

 

These moments we shared

The chemistry was there

The intimacy had to be real

But I guess you didn’t care

 

When I leaned in for the kiss

I didn’t know this was what you’d do

You took aim at my heart

And shoved a spearhead right through

 

Now I don’t like Sundays

Because we don’t spend them together

And the feeling of your lips on mine

Is something I will dream of forever

 

  • Author: E. Knox (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2018 14:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: I guess posting this on a Sunday is appropriate. Hope you enjoy!
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: Sierra
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  • Sierra

    One of my favorites. Perfect representation of how someone can impact your life so much.

    • edwinknox

      Thanks, glad you liked!



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