Even when you're away,
You're swaying in my dreams,
I woke up crying from time to time,
If you asked me if I rather sleep and dream,
or lay awake staring at the ceiling?
I rather sleep ,
Because I rather fight my sadness in the morning than fight the urge of looking at your texts,
Your pictures,
With the regret that sets afterwards
YOU ARE READING
Slow fade
PoetryA wise person once said , "From the ashes we will raise again" Tw!!
