a poem by Grace Brown
i haven’t written for you in a while
and i sadly wonder why
maybe putting my feelings into words
doesn’t seem to satisfy
i’d rather whisper in your ear
and talk in between a kiss
why is it so hard to long for someone
you’ve never had to miss
in this pleasant dark abyss.
at night i’ll close my eyes and imagine
you are lying next to me
my head on your chest
and your hand on my crest
as i watch you gently sleep
then i open my eyes
and you’re gone from my sight
please watch as these dead roses bloom
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
i know i’ll be holding you soon.
