Shall I pen this verse for you
this time, may it spill upon
your open hands
with all its truths
rub them on your skin
and feel the memories
my constant thoughts of you
invade my dreams, hence
sleepless nights
are you safe, did you read this
still wondering
the bed is barren, on your side
the puppies are grown now
they lay at the end of the bed
head on their paws, droopy eyes
looking to me for their answers
I can ony look at them in silence
even the morning coffee ***
its sound so vibrant, happy,
labors, one less cup to fill
as I pen this final verse
in all its truths
be well my love, enjoy your jouney
remember I was your starting point
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Shall I pen this verse for you
this time, may it spill upon
your open hands
with all its truths
rub them on your skin
and feel the memories
my constant thoughts of you
invade my dreams, hence
sleepless nights
are you safe, did you read this
still wondering
the bed is barren, on your side
the puppies are grown now
they lay at the end of the bed
head on their paws, droopy eyes
looking to me for their answers
I can ony look at them in silence
even the morning coffee ***
its sound so vibrant, happy,
labors, one less cup to fill
as I pen this final verse
in all its truths
be well my love, enjoy your jouney
remember I was your starting point