A winter night of December, A cosy little bed. A soft pillow - TopicsExpress



          

A winter night of December, A cosy little bed. A soft pillow stained with the tears I shed, Soon sleep overcomes my fear and pain, As my guardian angel brings peace to my soul again. I surrender into deep slumber as I hold a hand in mine… That fits between my fingers; so perfect and fine! The midnight creeps into my room like a dark tale, Waking me up it haunts my tiara and veil. I hold onto the hand tight, bringing it close to my chest. Soon it comforts my wretched self…driving away the darkness and the rest. My eyelids did not move apart for even once tonight, For I held a hand near me closely and tight. Morning mocked the dark night sooner than ever. I woke up and was startled like never… The hand I held the entire night, The hand that comforted me, The hand in mine was truly mine… And not yours, as I thought it to be. The unbelievable emptiness hypnotized my imagination, The entire night I was with my hallucination. I imagined a night of you and me… Falsely filled my life so cold and empty. #Remorse_of_dark_night
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 15:22:36 +0000

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