The words ‘I don’t know’
Echoed in my head
Like the sound of silence
When I dialled your number
Or wrote you a letter
Everytime I close my eyes
To sleep
I die countless deaths
While feeling hot tears roll down my cheeks
Reminding me that I am still breathing
Before the alarm sounds
I roll out of bed to tell myself
I am awake but I really need to dream
My fingers fly
Writing you words of sorrow and love
Yet my heart plummets
Remembering your empty promises
Calling myself stupid
For thinking that maybe
Just maybe
There is something left of us.
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