I think about you often, about how I held you close.
Thinking about another life, other than the one we
chose.
What would we have become? Where would we be?
These questions would had been answered, had we not
lived so carelessly.
Every night that I close my eyes, I never see the darkness.
Only a glimpse of you, the look in your eyes, that always felt
so harmless.
New York - that's how I describe you.
The city that never sleeps, but is full of beautiful
difference.
That one rose that remains out of the million that
has wilted. That saturated red, still fresh as blood.
The self-bloomer out of a pond of selfishness -
full of people who are stuck and helpless.
You know that I miss you.. Like an orphan misses
her mother. Always thinking what life would have been,
if we had not left one another.
I wish that I could rewind, like you do while
watching your favorite show -
I wish so many things, but now you'll never know..
YOU ARE READING
Poetry - Late Night Thoughts.
PoetryEveryone connects and relates to poems / stories, or any sort of literature in their own way. That is what makes us unique. But it's what we do with these words, feelings, and thoughts that makes reading and feeling your emotions so important.. Life...
