I had a dream
In which you came
Back from the dead
I cried and wept
Solace in your embrace
The warmth I felt
I still can't quite forget
And when it was time to leave
I couldn't stand
not to grieve
All of my despair
My lips to your cheek
I wish could press again.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
