Pieces of me.
I might need a glass of Henny,
A puff of the sticky
To fill the void you've left me with.
A wet pillow, and a pile of tissue I've been sitting with.
The vague picture of the future encourages me to see a tomorrow.
But the taste of the weed will give me what I need,
Sleep.
Indeed I'm in my feels.
Sometimes feels like I'm in a desert.
I'm thirsty and there's no water in site.
Scorched by the Sun, My dry lips cracks.
They yearn the taste of you.
Pieces of me lay on the floor like an unsolved puzzle.
I can't seem to fathom your departure,
A shot of alcohol in my system I need,
I pray for rainy days so I can hide my tears,
The sound of waves washing ashore don't bring the peace more.
My heart bleeds profusely,
And as I sip on this hot coffee in the very room you first told me
You love me I wonder,
If things would ever go back to the way they were,
If that's too much to ask,
I wonder,
If you'd ever be a part of my life again.
I fade away,
Pieces of me.
Co-writer:BlessingShelembe
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THE MORNING AFTER
Poetry"My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within" a continuation of midnight thoughts my previous book if you haven't read...
