It's just me,
Watching the clouds,
Counting the minutes till time runs out.
It's just me,
Waiting on time,
Wanting to know if I can live on this line.
It's just me,
Waiting to fall,
Looking at clocks and counting the minutes,
Just us,
Sitting beneath the stars,
Waiting for time to stop for a moment.
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
