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#hauntingnights
You didn't come to see me. You didn't come to see me. I wait... maybe forever. This emptiness is haunting me. Maybe I'm so lonely because you didn't come to see me. Why do these lonely nights come alive? Why do these hands of longing keep squeezing my heart? Hopeless me-still hoping. Maybe this longing possesses me. I have defeated patience and now reign over insanity. You are missing from these lines. I hope you're missing me from the empty skies. I can't see you; I've fallen in love with the nights. I wish to see you in my dreams, but my dreams are too cruel to hide you. You were speaking in my dream, yet I couldn't even see you. Was it even you? Maybe this is the only souvenir I can keep. These empty shores once felt wet, but my drops are not enough to drench them. I'm weighed down by a shattered heart, struggling for affection. My heart is melting within me; it's hard to contain.
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Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
Souvenir of a Dream
They say that when you close your eyes You envision the most delightful of things Like roses in the park, or even your wishes and dreams No one said that you would see the most painful of things When I close my eyes, I see nothing but darkness I see deaths and drugs, tasting blood on my tongue My friends are with me, but it is them that's suffering They are the ones that die, that are narcotic and steal Why can't it be me that does these things? To watch and not be able to help, it kills me even when conscious I awaken to the coppery taste still on my mouth, unable to wash it away So think again when you hear people say Dreams are wonderful and I would love to relive them again
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Haunting Nights