I lay in bed thinking you,
Thinking about what went wrong.
Why did my nightmare come true?
Why wasn't our love strong?
Must we split apart,
Go our separate ways.
Lay here with my broken heart.
With nothing to keep these tears at bay.
We went on for so long, so many years.
Now you are gone something I feared.
I lay here broken hoping you're doing better.
Wishing I can say those 3 words, those 8 letters.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty of Written Word
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry that I have written, they will be random not followed by a theme. You must express yourself and free yourself from negativity I do this by writting poems.
