Tomorrows Pain, Tonight - Poem by Kimberly Hope
I can smell you, but I cannot touch you.
I can hear you but I cannot see you.
At night when I lay my head on your chest,
I wonder if tomorrow will bring better things.
All I see is black, laying on your chest though
I can hear you breathing lightly as you sleep
and your heartbeat racing as fast as my mind is
wondering through our future and what it will become.
All I want to do is cry,
but I know that I'll wake you if I do;
from my sobbing, and your wet t-shirt.
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