As I lay my weary head upon the pillow


    it’s difficult not to recall we’re I’ve been.


    Then nature breaths wind into the willow


    let the tapping of rain on thy window begin.


    Heavy can be a heart that is full of regret


    as mistakes take a toll on thy fragile brain.


    Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.??My memory serves me well, I cannot forget


    as my tears fall just as hard as the rain.


    I think on her, and how things went down


    missing the caress of her lips on thy brow.


    I’m not the only broken heart in this town


    but I miss her and wonder where she is now.


    I screwed things up, she’ll never forgive me


    yet I still long for her kisses to set me free.