Last chance of having you and i went and screwed it up like I always do, now I'm stuck here still dreaming of you every single night so my dreams with you are not so happy anymore or filled with delight, they are a terrible fright for me and nothing but a sad, and messed up life filled with pleading and long, long fights. These dreams are strumming my heart strings with a guitar pick making the same saddening love song that fills my heart and head with regret and it plays over and over again never once stopping. I pray that it never stops though because maybe one day you might hear this song too from miles and miles away in your head and just know it's from me wishing you could be here with me in my bed and this is what my heart prays for without ever consulting my head.
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Ciara Evans
👣👣☔Seattle, Washington☁ 💘I love to make Poetry, and I also love to take photographs so follow me on Instagram and 💌DM💌 me your feedback on my poems. Contact me on my IG:cheech_333 P.S.🌹 I have more poetry written by me on my IG💘
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