No, I could no longer write you songs.
Not when I hear you sing them to her,
As you take her hands and rest them on your cheeks,
Your eyes sparkling with love.
Don't you long to hold my hands instead?
Don't you miss the way I look into your eyes?
Don't you want to sing me songs again?
Songs about you and I.
Songs about you, my lullaby.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryThese are stanzas and poems I wrote. It's not much, but I hope you find time to read each of them. :)
