Everyday.
Everyday I look out my window.
I look to where you stood.
Where we held hands and talked.
With the stars above us.
My friend,
How it was marvellous,
When the world meant nothing.
It was just us,
Together,
In the hour of midnight.
Now I wait.
I wait for the day I can see you again.
Wherever you went old friend,
I'll be here when you come back.
Looking out my window.
Watching where you stood.
That night.
Everyday.
YOU ARE READING
That Poetry Book
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
