The last meal I'm thinking about her Often it seems What is she doing What is her routine My mind shifts to her So many times When will I see How lovely she shines My head strays to her Quick like a habit Just like nicotine And I crave to have it Pounding like music She is the beat Slow like a love song That's played on repeat Photos that resonate Within my retina Beauty is captured Like a movie cinema Images I savour Just like a last meal If she were the dish I'd die happy before I'd keel ©Schizology The last meal #Meal #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #love❤
