i find myself lying underneath stars,
whispering the promises you made,
that you broke when you left town,
i always find myself writing in pages,
about you over again,
each time i go a little insane,
spring time has gone by,
yet my heart still beats for you,
though i speak of him,
you, my darling, you possess my mind,
my love for you never dies,
night after night i pray for you to come back,
for you to come back for me.
YOU ARE READING
silent thoughts
Poetryand 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
