by Wegen Jan 19, 2012
category :
Sadness, depression /
lost relationships
It used to be you and I. Yet, now every minute in my seconds, I spend wondering where you could be. I looked out the window for the fourth time tonight, wishing and hoping I would see a glaze of you. After urge of waiting, I covered myself in my warm blanket, which you once held me in all night long. I closed slightly closed my eye, in hope that when I opened them, you would be right beside me, where you belong. |
by Chevalier des Fleurs
What a tender and tragic write. I enjoyed the way your pieced this poem together much like a story. Love is tough.. Stay strong. 5/5 |