You will miss me,
When the sky streaks black,
and tears cover your pillowcase.
As days flow by,
and nights lurk long.
When hope begins to crumble,
and love has no new maker.
As your interests dwindle,
and your innocence fades.
You will realize that I am not your maker,
I am just a girl,
and I miss you too.
Yet are these words unspoken.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Poems
PoetrySometimes I write in the early morning hours. When everyone else is sleeping and I'm the only one up, inspiration sparks.
