Roses were red, violets were blue, those wer the days I had you, now thats gone. Roses are dead, skies are black, I really am nothing without you. Me on the left and you on the right the way we laid our bodies the start of the night. My head on two pillows as yours lay on one tired from the day and all we had done. One arm under pillow, the other kept you warm Id pull you in hard, never letting go I still remember the sweet scent of your hair As we closed our eyes and cuddled goodnight The rise and fall of breath from your chest would remind me of that day that God had blessed. Your face would go soft and lips would yawn Youd fall asleep with the television still on. Middle of the night I would often wake, sweating from a bad nightmare I had, that was a dream, of loosing you Id stolen the blanket and kicked down the sheet The only pillow you had now lay at your feet. These moments of affection are the ones that I miss. I wish I was more, more affectionate to you like to sit there and watch while you lay there and snore.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 11:39:00 +0000
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