My bed was cold this morning
Because I slept alone,
I left the door open,
Waiting for you to come.
The bottle of red wine
Remained unopened on the table,
The candles burned all night
The fire had extinguished.
I open the wine bottle,
That now was warm,
I take a sip from it,
and it tasted awful,
of course it would.
I throw it all away,
down on the drain,
so nothing would remain…
I want to forget these feelings that I have,
to forget you and what you meant in my heart.
So I embrace the coldness,
from your side of the bed,
and I close my eyes,
hoping to forget…
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Nice. I think this poem full of meaning
thanks. What did the poems meant to you? :)
like someone who is bored by himself, and expects a warm affection
Wow nice poem 💙💙
thank you
Nice poem
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