I haven't turned the lights on
Since the day you left
I think it might be penance
I haven't turned my music on
Since I saw those ER doors shut
I think it might be prayer.
I haven't seen the sunlight
In my drawn and curtained heart
I think it might be my way of sharing
The darkness that you face
YOU ARE READING
Poems from a cynical girl who fell in love
PoetryThe first year of being married to the only boy whose smile made my stomach flutter.
