I miss our pillow talks. It was us against the world every night. Your laughter, your smile and your voice cured my insomnia. But now, it isn't insomnia keeping me awake. It's me imagining you beside me every night because I can't accept the fact that you're gone.
YOU ARE READING
Saving Thoughts
PoetryA girl tossed and turned at 2am in the morning. She finally got up and told herself to save her thoughts so it wouldn't haunt her anymore.
