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Dear D five
I drempt of you. You begged me to come home to you, to forget about him, to go back to how things used to be. You kissed me with such passion. I awake to an empty bed. I can still feel you head in my hands, the way your hair feels running through my fingers, the way my body molds perfectly to you. I can still feel the pain of the heart break. The tears rumble through me like a small tropical storm. My bones feel heavy like I just swam across an ocean to get here, and maybe I did. Maybe my ocrean is this seemingly never ending sea of sadness, who's depths are still unknown along with what mysteries it may still contain. I live here, on an island in the middle of my sea, waiting for the day my rescue ship finds me and takes me back to the mainland with everyone else. But you are not a knight in shining armor nor a Sea Captain, you are just as lost as I am, floating amongst the debris that was once our world together. I can feel the lonelieness drip off of you as you continue about your life. I wonder if you even think of me now , if you ever wonder if things could have been diffrent. I suppose I will never know....
With all my love
B
With all my love
B
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