Poet

Drifting, slow drifting, it went from uplifting to sinking so far into bed

Missing your kissable skin with your soft tranquil voice on repeat in my head

Give you every part of my life,

I'd marry you and wouldn't think twice, but now

I hear you saying goodbye

In everything but your words

Would've called this woman my life and

I wish I could've called her my wife but

I can tell it doesn't feel right, though I'm not that good with words