Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2013
I miss the cold nights
Laying in the vacant bed
Of *** stained sheets
Staring at the moon through the window
I miss the way I slept
In every part of my room
Like a rock in the desert
Falling off the side of the sand dune blankets
I miss the rants of my insanity
The psychotic lullaby of the moon
Calling down onto me
To hunt a victim of purity
Plague them with the emptiness of insanity
I MISS ME
The old me
Of no heart and soul
No regret from anything he did
But now I have me
The man I wish I never was
Because I have nothing to offer her
And I know I love her
I know she loves me
But what am I to do
When I have nothing left of even me
I miss me
He always knew what to do
Oh well she fell in love with me
Not the old me
And I will do whatever it takes
To give her what she truly deserves
I miss me...because the I'm incomplete
Without her next to me
Robert Guerrero
Written by
Robert Guerrero
  781
     Ayaba Babe, Lili, ---, Hailey A Carlson, Anna and 8 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems