That smile.
Those eyes.
Those round lips.
These are the things I see before
I go to sleep.
If I were to try and cry right now
no tears would fall.
Stuck feeling empty
as an old wine bottle.
the good thing inside is now all gone.
Just  this sort of lost girl
in the middle of it all.
Im sorry Im not making much sense
just writing what comes and goes.
Up up and away
my thoughts are in the clouds.
But I really just wanted
to write a poem today.