tonight was one of those nights
the nights when i miss you the most
the nights when i cry myself to sleep
the nights when i feel your ghost
tonight was one of many nights
when i dreamed of your memory
when i stopped and stared at you
and you were staring back at me
tonight i hope was the last night
that i'd feel so empty here
without your body heat
and your breath not in my ear
but tonight won't be the last night
my heart on my sleeve will show
that i will miss you here
because i'll never let you go.
YOU ARE READING
Pastels
Poetrypoetry comes and goes and flows this is my journey through life written in a more beautiful way
