Where are you?
I glance to my left and you don't exist.
Where are you?
I glance to my right and yet again, you don't exist.
Where are you?
Others talk of their person
But the pages of my books
Are the only certain
Of your non-existent looks.
Where are you?
It hurts when all I can utter is,
"He's yet to be found."
When in my dreams I see you miss
The portal to a life of bliss,
With kisses and abyss
Together, for all perpetuity.
Where are you?
YOU ARE READING
Letters To You
Poetryjust a random collection of the poems I write about being a hopeless romantic who reads too many romance books for her own good:))) *** I copyright this poetry, please don't copyright and if you know anyone who has, please contact me.
