I lost count
On how many nights I lie awake
Having the thought of you,
Of us,
Of what we could be
But I know that's all it ever be
Thoughts.
Dreams.
Never a reality.
I know I have no chance
I know it's too much to ask
I know there won't be any 'us'
Yet I never stop dreaming
You see,
My mind and my heart are never in sync
My mind likes to torture my heart
With the thought of you,
Of us,
Of what we could be
I don't know,
Maybe it has its own satisfaction
Putting my heart in pain
Giving my heart fresh wounds
Just by thinking of you
I lost count
On how many sleepless night I've been through
Thinking of you
Without knowing,
Are you thinking about me too.
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Her Side Of The Story
PoetryStories from my point of view, basically what's on my mind. Sometimes it's about my own life and experiences, other times it's just what randomly pops up in my mind. Each and every poem is written by me, unless stated otherwise. Read, vote, and comm...
