Right here,
In this hollow bed
From weary eyes, these tears are shed.
Nothing of joy and loneliness bred.
A torn body, here lay out spread.
Wondering where every dream has led
Right here,
In this hollow bed.
From exhausted thoughts, here I rest my head.
Nothing of candor and engulfed in dread.
A torn spirit, whose faith seem only a thread.
Wondering how much more may lay ahead.
Right here,
In this hollow bed.
From countless cries, here reflection imbed.
Nothing of remorse and words unsaid.
An aching heart, this love embed.
Wondering how long till the day we wed.
Right here,
In this hollow bed
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
Right here,
In this hollow bed
From weary eyes, these tears are shed.
Nothing of joy and loneliness bred.
A torn body, here lay out spread.
Wondering where every dream has led
Right here,
In this hollow bed.
From exhausted thoughts, here I rest my head.
Nothing of candor and engulfed in dread.
A torn spirit, whose faith seem only a thread.
Wondering how much more may lay ahead.
Right here,
In this hollow bed.
From countless cries, here reflection imbed.
Nothing of remorse and words unsaid.
An aching heart, this love embed.
Wondering how long till the day we wed.
Right here,
In this hollow bed
Sorry about the dark love poems, dont read too much into it.
It ***** I know, just really miss my girl and each day is harder and harder, this is kinda how I deal with it right now, so. . . take it or leave it really
