So another day over, was it Sunday. Now the night where the dark brings a different kind of loneliness.
Am I trying to be poetic, yes.
I wish there was a poet that can express my pain.
I wish there was a music that could match my emotion.
I wish my wife, my soulmate, my first date,
Where here with me tonight.
One more night.
I hope my dreams will be of her, the truth is they seldom are.
But somtimes she comes when I'm asleep, so that's where I will wait, till wakefulness and reality will once again remind me, of the hell I find myself in.
Sorry drunk person texting.
Xxx
