i'm cold
and i'm tired
of curling up next to
the ghost of a memory
of you
desperately grabbing
at empty air
trying to reach
the warmth of your hand
fear in my heart
that i'm becoming too much
that this shadow of a ghost
will too, fade
and i'll be left with nothing
at all
YOU ARE READING
a swallow of words
Poetry-original poetry collection -these are not all the poems i have written as some are too personal and i already have 200+ -feedback is appreciated :) -if my writing can help or reach and mean something to someone i will be over the moon -thank you...
