31. Raining
It's raining tonight
And I am wrapped in a blanket gazing up at the skies.
There's something missing
And I know what it is.
It's you.
Your presence.
Your touch.
It's raining tonight
And I miss you so much
But I'm afraid that you don't miss me at all.
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal
PoetryHis ethereal soul Creeping its way into my hellhole If only I could stop him If only I could forget him But his ethereal soul Is what makes me whole. **** Third poetry book everyone! Ethereal-A book written in the memory of lost love. **** 🌟 Second...
