Love that rewinds me back to you
That keeps calling for you
I can't sleep last night
Missing your light
My eyes that keep looking for yours
Searching hours and hours
It's cold here or in my heart
It aches only to torn apart
I missed you so much
Tell me did you too
I want to see you
Tell me if you
I know it's just imagination
I don't care if it's not true
I would rather die
Than having an ending without you
YOU ARE READING
A Poet's Dictionary
Poetry~book of poems "It might be just a book to you but it's all a writer holds" #500 in poetrycollection - 20/02/24
