I pack up my things in a box and put it by the door.
This house doesn't feel like a home anymore.
I stand hesitant,
not ready to leave,
you put your hand on my shoulder,
and tell me that I forgot something.
I did, and it was you.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Nights
PoetryHey there, it's Rachel, I just want to say that these are very personal and it has taken a lot to put them out there, but i'm finally doing it. ;) I hope that these poems give you solace, peace of mind, or just make you feel less alone. These poems...
