Poems by Jonna

I’ll never run my hands through your hair.

Never lay in bed with you right there.

Never walk with your hand in mine in the crisp autumn air.

Never rest my head on your shoulder, getting away from the light and flair.

Never kiss you in the morning, when your hair is all messed up.

Or run my hands over your neck, give your back a rub.

Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to walk with you through the breeze.

But then I think it’s better like this, to just imagine the taste of your kiss.

All of my words now appear flat.

I’ll never love you, let’s just leave it at that.

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