It's late for my mind to be wandering
to thoughts of you again,
I know it won't go my way
but I can't help wishing one day,
I'll wake to you by my side
and everything will be alright.
I think I am caught in wonderland,
because who am I kidding,
nothing ever goes right,
maybe I don't deserve
to have you in my life.
I miss you so much
this distance is poison,
I lay alone in bed
I'd rather be in yours instead,
I can't get you out of my head.
I'm so very broken
and only you know how
to make things alright,
so I'll be dreaming of you
as I fall asleep tonight.
- Erin 4th September 2019
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Erin Shields
27. England. Poet. I have Bipolar, BPD & Anxiety. I’ve been writing since I was 18 as an outlet for my mental health.
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