Thoughts of you set me ablaze, and I can barely think through this haze. I wish for a kiss, a touch, or even a hug, because sometimes I feel as though I'm never enough.
With my will (or lack thereof) I have fought, to try and hide these dirty thoughts, but here they come again... god, does it ever really end?
I stare at the ceiling aching for you, wondering what I should do...
I guess what I'm trying to say, is I've been thinking about you all day.
I've whined and I've whimpered, but I've finally stopped crying, and if I said I don't miss you I'd be lying.
YOU ARE READING
My Sleepless Scribblings
PoesieMy poetry scrapbook, pretty much. I'm planning on putting all of my stuff in here, from way back when(2015), to now. at least the stuff that's worth a damn, and that I feel like sharing. I'll update it whenever I feel like it, and if I get mostly ne...
