Poetry
Dreaming of Bringing You Back
A mysterious encounter.
Nov 7 · 1 min read

My mind wanders more
When I close the bedroom door.
I try to fall asleep
But memories of you make me weep.
My active roaming mind
Disregards that you were unkind.

My mind wanders more
When I close the bedroom door.
I try to fall asleep
But memories of you make me weep.
My active roaming mind
Disregards that you were unkind.

Written by