Coffee stains on my pillow case
remind me of lonely nights
The books stacked against my walls
are reminders of a lonely life
Papers all over my desk of words left
unsaid
Sheets still straightened as I never go
to bed
The only friends I have are the ones
in my head
Yet the photo frames have other
things said
Despite all the memories that's
clouded by what once had been
It's time to turn a chapter of what is to
be seen
Thoughts all over the place and I
don't know where to start
But sooner or later with these things I
must part
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
I long for the way your lips brush up against mine
And your scent lingers on me
For the way your eyes lock in on mine and everything thing else blurs around
Your fingers that trace my spine
Your hand that fits perfect in mine
I long for the day i may one day call you mine and me yours
Yet I know this day may never come for you are yours and yours alone.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC