Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2022
When awake in the morning without you next to me
disappointment settles like a thick fog.
You are the first thing I want to see when I open my eyes
and the last thing I want to see when I close them.
When t hose do not occur it throws me in to a wobble.
It reminds me of the lyrics you like so much... "To love is to hate"
I hate when the space next to me is not filled with you.
Stumblebum Fumbletongue
Written by
Stumblebum Fumbletongue  F
(F)   
92
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems