Before midnight,
every time i fall asleep
my mother would tuck me
into bed
humming soft songs
while stroking my hair.
When i feel like
she wasn't there anymore,
my bed would creek,
my blanket would slid off of me
until i open my eyes,
finding a red-eyed
monster
sitting beside me
stroking my hair
at 3 am.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
poems that tell stories
Poetry"Those crystal eyes are making me melt Unspoken words I couldn't spelt Seeing your eyes that shine so bright Made me believe in love at first sight." a collection of poems made by me. Copyright © 2015 by LetsLeaveThiisPlace
