wondering if you still love me
seems to be my new pastime,
i have seen it all and more,
felt all and worse,
yet your absence kills me,
your presence's haunting,
my eyes search endlessly
but they don't find,
the world is so hazy now,
if i beg you to come home,
will you, my darling?
and will you hold me tight
and love me like you did?
all i seem to be
is a figment of what i was,
stuck in the past,
wishing on stars
for you.
YOU ARE READING
silent thoughts
Puisiand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
