When I'm enveloped by the comfort of darkness,
I find myself mulling over you.
Your hyptonizing aroma of old spice.
Your thumb grazing upon my smirking lips.
I see your shadow looming over me,
Until I realize that it isn't you,
But, in fact, a fucked up epiphany.
When the barrier of silence is broken by my cries for you,
I find myself wishing that time was something that I could possibly undo.
Maybe for a life I could start anew.
I know, that if I close my eyes,
I'll be dreaming of you.
You're the reason why I have sleepless nights.
With love,
Casuallycool
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Unsent Letters (COMPLETED)
PoetryWelcome to reality. A book in which Casuallycool writes letters and never sends them. (Hence the title) This book contains profanity.
