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Nov 2016
My hands are shaking cold,
There's far too much,
That I don't know.

Your warm embrace brought me calm,
Warmed me from the cold,
And now the nights aren't so lonely,
Knowing you're still around.

I've got a taste on my tongue,
That burns with regret,
For all the words I kept hidden,
For all I could've said.

I told you I'm sorry,
For all the time we lost,
And that I need to fix the damage,
My actions had caused.

It's funny how all the nightmares,
I had all of those nights,
Were swept away in seconds,
At seeing my hearts delight.

Now time is moving slowly,
With each passing second all alone,
And I hope the warmth will come again,
And take away the cold.
Aaron Reisinger
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