Thomas Howe Poems

What am I supposed to do with this feeling
Endless nights staring at the ceiling
With you the days flew by
Now alone they never die
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I wanted you to be mine
I thought you were so fine
You were always on my mind
Why do you have to seem so kind
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Life is a game of chess
Strategic moves that yield success
Expect a few let downs
Remember life has many rounds
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Individual days time stands still
Years fly by without a thrill
You look back, It went so fast
Try not to live in the past
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You have me on the brink
I don't know what to think
I tried to fix this
Only to be lead amiss
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She is a myth to misperceive
A myth I need to believe
They say she does not exist
There is something they missed
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My mind is so weak
My heart even more
These thoughts always come
Feelings linger on
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When I wake up here is what I see
The most beautiful sight I could wish for
Your curves outlined under the blankets
Dark curly hair spread across the pillow
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All I see is grey skies
Flashing across my eyes
The emptiness inside
Is like the ocean’s tide
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I never look at the stars
It reminds me of my scars
That brought me great sorrow
Of the promises of tomorrow
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