It's dark here, it's difficult to bloom
There are nights where I dream
that you will return soon
I'm exhausted, sometimes I get so tired
I think about sleeping in your arms
where it's warmest and quiet
We don't talk, and after all that I've put you through
I guess this is the only way that I can convey
that I miss you
The whole world knew
you were the one I loved the most
Unfortunately I realized it too late
and I failed to keep you close
We bid farewell years ago
I cried and I cried,
filled with regret thinking, how did I not know
The boy I loved so dearly
I watched him turn his back
I was the one who made him go
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
