You left me 2 hugs ago
on a night like this,
handing me feelings I could no forgo,
I am still wondering about your kiss.
Because your touch drove me mad,
and your absence left me sad,
I will never be able
to feel emotionally stable.
At 2 A.M. I write,
sleepless,
at 2 A.M. I cry.
Nonetheless,
at 2. A.M. I try
to bring you back
because I'm still
"you-less".
YOU ARE READING
numb.
Poetrya place to "unthink", to hide, clinging to your thoughts, melting your soul with mine.
