I've been walking into shadows of who I used to be
The flickering fire has long burnt out
so have the nights away dampened the warmth in your touch ?
it's the familiar embrace or the smell of your perfume in the morning..
please just meet me for a
coffee or make an excuse to get away
Dear mama
I miss you
I'm sorry I couldn't stay
YOU ARE READING
p o e t r y
PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
