Saturday, 5 January 2013

Unpublished Poems

A string of unpublished
poems, reside in my drafts- 
cast off, lonely and unread,
I'm fed
up of writing. 
A cold draft 
enters through my window
and into my soul
it occupies that hole
inside of me, 
where you used to be. 
Just know, that I miss you.
And know,
 that my heart aches for the day
you say the words
you never dared to say
 back then, back when
 we were together.