And I find it hard to explain to you
How I still find myself missing you
Constantly, maybe it's an issue
I don't know, you tell me
You're the first thing I see
When I wake up from my dreams
And the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep
Your name cycling on repeat
Trying to find a way to retreat
From my conscious
But the prospects of this project working
Are looking rather bleak
You know
I don't know where we went wrong
But I think I know where I belong
And darling, it's with you
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
PoetryJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
