Sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself dying.
I knew I would not be insignificant nor unspoken about.
I would be remembered and loved.
Wouldn't this be the perfect parting from this world?
So, sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself dying.
But when I heard I would long for someone more than death—
I was enthralled.
Thus, sometimes my head is filled with thoughts of myself meeting you.Yet, I'm still waiting for the longing.
And I'm still waiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
when did I last smile?
PoetryI long for you. Yet your gaze lingers on another's. Poetry, short stories etc. All owned by my sad sad heart.