hearts of hearts.cold sheets and No kisses.
This emotion seems as if it’s never ending. As if memories were all my heart was burdened to carry and with each breath I take in it seems more unlimited. My breath seems to take what is my very soul away from me. Little by little it’s taken from me like a thief in the night. I don’t cry nor do I worry with fright. I just lay peacefully awaiting for him to return by my side. For a New Year, and new age may tell when we will fall in eachothers arms once again. My superstitions may have reached their high for this reaction or belief. But, it is only a hope. One dear hope, that my broken heart holds on to, it holds for dear reassurance of his love once again. My crazy mind doesn’t let me sleep the slumber of a princess, but my eyes take control of this situation. My heart beats’ droning slowly for love, but love is not what it’s receiving tonight. Nothing but a bed of emptiness and cold sheets, and no good night kisses.
No love Tonight.
No love Tonight.