I'd love to know what it's like
To be you, laying in your bed at night
Gazing at your ceiling fan
I'd love to know the thoughts that raced your mind
The things that make you cryAnd I'd love to be, that very second you remembered
How vital you are to me;
That's important I believe,
That I care enough
To wish your heart freeAnd ill be laying silent
Under my dusty posters
Smothered with the quiet
Remembering our nights in June
When the world seemed better, when our hearts felt new.I'd love to believe, that you still think of me
The way my eyes looked when I blinked
The way the dirty dishes looked in my kitchen sink
How I held your cheeks that night a tear slipped from your eye
That night our struggle made you cryBecause I am blue
Thinking of you
And how the sun set on your face
How you curled your lips when you concentrated enough;
You took me to another placeRemembering hurts the way a clouded sky may feel
I miss the sun
The shade just isn't as real
I want to hold on to the stars above,
To erase, to shatter,all those miles, that separated our love
YOU ARE READING
Tomorrow's Gone
PoetryThese are poems I've written throughout the years, they we crafted from the deepest corners of my mind.