I Drift
Mourning a loss with eyes sore,
The bed calls for me to get some rest,
If you can call it that,
I twist and turn and can not find comfort,
Hope for dreams every night,
Pillow under my head,
Back against my lover,
I drift with hope,
One day she might forget me,
So she can find love again.
Copyright © Mourning Mist | Year Posted 2011
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