It will take time like everything.
Sitting somewhere in the dark and thinking of your hand that runs slowly through my hair.
And those lips who kissed me.
I was used to that feeling of your body beside me.
Maybe I was careless.
You were my home for longer than I ever could have imagin.
It felt like an explosion when you left.
Nothing
There is nothing in my heart that makes a sound anymore.
Just my wounds I need to take care of. Or I just could cut them open every time they try to heal.
So this way I will have scars. Something physical that reminds me of you.
They will show me that you were real and this nightmare of endless love too.
YOU ARE READING
Before you Sleep
PoetryThis is a gift for you I want to invite you. Take a look inside my mind. Maybe it helps keeping your thoughts from running wild. Maybe ist shows you that we all break sometimes and that is fine. Maybe it gives you some sort of relieve before going t...
