You don't know how many times
I've dreamt of you
Coming into my room
And saving me.
You don't know how many times
I've felt you were here
In my room
With me.
You don't know how many times
I've stopped myself
In the bathroom
To be with you.
You don't know how many times
All our memories came flooding back
Hitting me like a train.
Most of all, you don't know how much it hurts.
You left me too soon.
The thought of you gives me pain like nothing else.
But I guess I din'nt know
Why you wanted me
To come into your room
And save you.
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A Touch of Saddness
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems and short stories that I write myself. Some of these poems/ stories are very disturbing and can be triggering. If you are triggered easily, please read at your own risk and be smart.
