Alone in my room
Alone in my room
silhouettes dance on the walls.
I can feel you next to me.
I can feel your breath
on my neck,
and your kisses
on my back.
Your fingers tracing my body.
I roll over
and can remember your kisses clearly,
your lips against mine,
mouthpated,
massaging my tongue with yours.
How our tongues used to play.
I open my eyes and see that you're not there,
and I sob a silent sob,
to be heard by no one
Ever Again
and grab for my pillow instead,
it was never as soft as you,
but I hug it,
a terrible substitute.
I drift off to sleep
and wipe my tears away
trying to forget that,
I'm alone in my room.