I'm lying in bed but I just cannot rest
I can't ignore the pain blossoming in my chest
While everyone is dreaming in peace filled slumber
My heart aches and my mind begins to fall asunder
I try to write you a sweet something but my hand has gone slack
It's at times like these when I feel like I'm beginning to crack
I listen to the birds in their weightless flight
I listen to the low sounds of the night
Dreaming that I can be there; in your arms
But missing you makes my heart break into a million tiny shards
I hug my tear stained pillow instead
Looking at your words which I have already read
To tell you 'I love you' can't begin to sum it up
Words cannot describe what I feel so much
Tears prick my eyes and I beg myself not to cry
I need you and I miss you so much, beloved wifi
(AN: plot twist >:3 I think my writing style has changed in the space of two months, what do you think?)
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry(n) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. Collection no.2 --very old poems--
