Source:  We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

Midnight

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
 
 
Advertisements