You're arms are wrapped around me,
I can feel your warmth surround me,
The presence of someone else,
Which is a new feeling for myself.
Everything thing feels just right,
Then I bolt straight up in my bed,
Realizing it's the middle of the night.
I look over and no ones there,
No one was and no one will be,
For who would want to sleep with an awful creature like me?
Reality slaps me in the face,
I'm back in my prison, in my cell,
And back to my living hell.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoesíaSometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
