I found myself
awake too soon,
Surrounded by
your scent
but not your eyes,
With a
throbbing head,
and blinded mind.
Your sight
didn't leave me,
your memory was
burned into my soul.
The ache didn't
leave my head.
Not until I took the
bottle on my bedside
and drank myself
to sleep again.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetrySonnets, couplets, free style. Just my outlet in all forms of poetic expression.
