In the dead of night,
As my head lay on this pillow,
As my eyes close shut,
You appear in front of me.
In the wake of morn',
As I curl up in a ball of shame,
As I cry with the thought of the future,
You disappear without a trace.
You left as you came.
YOU ARE READING
when did I last smile?
PoesíaI long for you. Yet your gaze lingers on another's. Poetry, short stories etc. All owned by my sad sad heart.
