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Oct 2014
Everyday
I live
With this feeling.
A feeling of pure
Regret.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
Why
Did I hurt
The one person
Who would
Never
Dare to hurt
me?
A shout
Into the
Void
Is my desperation
For your voice.
And bucket list ideas
Accumulate in mind
To share them with you
As I look
Out the window.
Longing for your
Touch at 12:05am
After we agreed we'd
Be sleeping by midnight.
And still I dreamt of you
Every night
Of happiness
Our sunsets
Our laughter and bananas.
The times when I sang
When you played
Countless songs with pure
Greatness.
You were light to darkness
I wish you could fill
Again
With the lantern
That was once
Your smile
That I'd kiss every day,
every night in my dreams.
Wrapped in your embrace
I felt home.
I want to be home.
Please,
Call me home.
Chrissy
Written by
Chrissy  Rhode Island
(Rhode Island)   
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