Alone in her empty bed,
Hand upon his absence.
Terrified at the thought of
Him alone in his;
Enjoying the space and longing
For nothing.
Blue skies are ugly in the eyes
Of sadness,
Their emptiness relateable,
Loneliness sunburn.
She turns to the void.
To the beautiful trees;
*Are you angry at
Me too?*
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
Alone in her empty bed,
Hand upon his absence.
Terrified at the thought of
Him alone in his;
Enjoying the space and longing
For nothing.
Blue skies are ugly in the eyes
Of sadness,
Their emptiness relateable,
Loneliness sunburn.
She turns to the void.
To the beautiful trees;
*Are you angry at
Me too?*
