Midnight

Source: We Heart It

Listening…

 

The air feels different

on my skin

 

Time has a strange 

taste on my tongue

 

And…

 

My soul searches

for yours

 

Yet…

 

All I hear

is a loneliness

of the clock ticking

toward Tomorrow

 

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie