Aug 2013
Half awake
I lie in bed, searching
For your smell
Among the covers,
Desperately chasing
A memory of you
From when we had been
Lovers.
I lie in bed, searching
For your smell
Among the covers,
Desperately chasing
A memory of you
From when we had been
Lovers.
this is an old one about an ex, but I'll always love this poem; it was from the beginning of my poetry writing
