What do you think when you lay beside my mind? I wonder...if you feel the emptiness that I've somehow failed to hide. Or do you hear hope whistling that same tune the one before you left in the late afternoons...do you taste the doubt that taints my lips, or when my arms slip around you, do you feel the beat and how my heart never skips? But you still love me, I know you do. But, my darling the rains have fallen so let's allow this love to be over too.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
