we lie below the same stars and stripes
but oceans away we rest-
if you were here, i would intertwine my fingers with yours, bring our hands to my face, kiss your knuckles.
in my room i sit, brushing my lips over an empty hand, staring at a lonely shadow
you dont want to be here
i wish you'd aim your gun at the star spangled sky and take a warning shot for me
that would scream:
"I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU"
instead, in my room i sit, staying up til after hours for your daylight messages that never came
YOU ARE READING
little poems
Poesiathese are little poems that id never love enough to show [lowercase intended]
