It was a time when your words,
Felt so smooth like silk.
Times when I was at a loss of words,
When I didn't feel like filth.
Now, I don't hear your words,
Feels painful like a sting.
It's a time when I'm full of unspoken words,
I lay awake for the familiar ping.
I wish to go back to those times,
When I laid awake with you filling me.
I simply want to relive those times,
Though, I'll let the hard times just be.
Sometimes, hard times are fine,
Like the good times that I need.
All those and these times are mine,
All the while, the times I lived - bleed.
For eternal eternity.
-Rose
CZYTASZ
Life's Essence | ✔
PoezjaCollection of self-written poetry. ________________________________ There was once a girl who had no voice, Yet, she inked her words. Words, Deeper than the oceans, Stronger than the seas, Warmer than the flames, And louder than the voices. ________...
