When I miss you, whom do I tell?
I scream it straight into the rain,
I whisper it into the wind,
I sing it to the songs which never seem to sing it back.
When I love you, whom do I ask?
Do you love me when you fall asleep?
Do you love me when we do not speak?
Do you love me when you hold her hand
And she tells the world that you're her man?
I miss you when I feel most weak,
And I pray to God my soul to keep.
Love is not a path I choose,
Even if that means I'm missing you
I will fall asleep alone
And you will live inside my phone.
Break my heart I beg of you,
I cannot stand this missing you.
I love you even where it rains,
Where power lives, and lies are made.
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesíaA collection of thoughts and feelings about romance, yearning, and growing up, written as poetry, musings, and short stories.
