I drink orange juice in the midnight
Feeling so lonely, wanting you to be here
I’m struggling with the scars left on my chest
Because my heart beat so hard when i felt you
Your presence was the only thing i needed
I thought that I need time to recover
To erase you, to destroy you from my mind
So i started to drown our memories
With my nostalgia and pretty bad vices
So i kept you as a bad habit of my life
And you were still there, shaking my body
Cover me in tears and bad decisions
Making my life shorter, with suicide tendencies
Bleeding with drops of hopes
That’s how i lost my good dreams
Looking on the window, seeing the sky
Having an orange color, so i understand
Another night has just passed
And I’m still standing here, near an empty glass
Having red eyes and a broken heart
Your poem is beautiful, a masterpiece reflecting on hurt. I love your use of the word orange as I don’t see it very often. Thank you for following BrewNSpew. 🙂
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Thank you!! You’re so kind
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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