I'm staring at the ceiling,
this is how I've been feeling.
Alone, staring at the white walls,
you aren't here anymore to count my stars.
Waiting for better days,
all I'm getting is delays.
All I do is sit and stare,
this ain't fair.
Patiently counting the hours,
the ones that we're meant to be ours.
So far away,
the space in my bed where you used to stay.
It's an on & off again fight,
who will stand in a better light ?
I look at myself,
I'll put you in my last shelf.
My eyes start to fall shut,
this is where my head makes a cut.
Mind games start to arise,
still I can't put my heart in rice.
07.08.20
Author's note:
I'm back !!
A.R.
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Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
