You always got me to talk to you,
or call you,
when you couldn't sleep.
It happened every night,
I'd talk and make sure you fell asleep.
Until you stopped asking.
I never questioned.
Then one day you left me,
we still talk now,
as friends.
And you told me your couldn't sleep,
I replied with,
"do you want me to call?"
and you said "no thanks though",
you acted like,
it was nothing,
what if you found someone else's voice,
to fall asleep too...
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryMy poems are write through pure sadness, they are depressing and I do tell my thoughts through them. They are all based on events in my life.
