Its late.
I cant sleep.
My mind wanders.
It searches for you.
Looking for the times.
I spent warm in this bed.
too small for us both.
My memory loves you.
It asks about you all the time.
my heart hates you.
it reminds me in the silence.
That the air is still
the room is quite
my bed is cold.
I am alone.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Its late.
I cant sleep.
My mind wanders.
It searches for you.
Looking for the times.
I spent warm in this bed.
too small for us both.
My memory loves you.
It asks about you all the time.
my heart hates you.
it reminds me in the silence.
That the air is still
the room is quite
my bed is cold.
I am alone.
Request permission to use this poem