Poems from weg_
I have a fatal attraction to late night writing, men, woman, everyone in between, reeses puffs, other depressing things and curing the earths rising temperature. Ask me anything about my late night thoughs, I promise not all my writing gets like this!
As I woke up, I felt her.
The shallow breaths followed by a question,
"What are you looking at?"
I keep looking, and she says no more.
She...
The images captured on the last day we had
will always live on within me.
It's been weeks that feel like years that feel like days.
Every...
The best souls die young,
so I'll be the last one to go.
But we all have our demons,
Don't We?
You say Beauty comes from within,
but you always make it about my body.
You say Patience is a virtue,
but you keep wanting to go faster....
She is in my bed,
trying to find her place in the waves of sheets.
For the sheets have already taken me,
into an ocean of sleep,
Drifting...