Speak words of love to me,
Masked under lies of forsaken dreams.
Where are you,
Why aren’t you here with me?
It's so dark,
Your embrace: freezing.
I cannot sleep while tucked under a blanket,
Made of your shadows.
I see your withering smile whenever I call out to you.
Grasping for your hand,
The bones were brittle and so delicate from distaste.
A smile made up of one thousand needles.
Contempt written under dirty fingernails,
Because I told you I’ve fallen in love with tomorrow.
I've always known,
You felt like home.
About the Creator
A. Raphael
Poetry is my first love, and writing words onto paper is my therapy. Maybe my submissions will make you feel something, too.
If you find something in my words, then it is my pleasure.
A. Raph
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