there just below the window sill
lays a bed of roses
I still have the letters you wrote
I don't know why
but I still smell those roses and I still read your letters because they pose as the closeur you forgot to give me.
I still keep your coat at your bedside
the scent of you still lives inside
and your essence still floats around the room
it's still hard to find acceptance of the reason why
I still sleep and wake up on the right side of the bed
day after day hoping to one day see your luminous green eyes
I still smell the red roses you left
and I still read the letters you wrote
they pose as the closeur you forgot to give me.
YOU ARE READING
And I Wonder ~ Poetry by Nick
PoetryJust a bunch of poems/quotes/etc that I've written over the past few months! i was going to wait for the year to end but instead i want to make this a work in progress poetry book as i write along! enjoy!
