I keep on hoping that I'm dreaming
And that I'll wake up from this hell
And you'd still be mine, my darling,
I cry every night, I can't feel well.
When will I wake up? Wake up
To see a text from you wishing
Me a good morning. I'd get up
And scream, and go kissing.
But it's not a nightmare, it can't be,
It's been too long since you left.
You're not mine to keep, we're not we,
We're past, I'm dead to your chest.
YOU ARE READING
end of love
PoetryBook of poems mostly about heartbreak and love. To my exes, without you this book wouldn't have happened. Thank you for the love and the heartbreak.
