Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2021
I waited for you
with insomnia in the eyes and summer on the skin.
I planted hope at the left-side:
the one of reason, the one of love
and this time, I weighed the regret
and anger escaped.
Can you see the nightmares in my eyes?
They are bits
of a night
without you.
Written by
I'm not Anne  21/Cis
(21/Cis)   
778
   Charles Leonard
Please log in to view and add comments on poems