Sleeping next to an empty vase

Things i think about in bed at night....laying next to an empty crystal.

Things I think about in bed late at night....

Sirens going off in this never sleeping city
laying next to a man who won't let me be 
Happy in my solitude

It always starts the same and ends the same 
Soft kisses in a car and motel rooms rough

Hands claiming what they think is theirs

And I look for it everywhere in everything 
in the kisses 
In the touches 
In the eyes of a man with a bomb strapped beneath his waist 

I look for it everywhere in everything
Every look 
Every word 

But those fragmented seconds I think, I have it in my grip 
It kept slipping through my fingers 
I counted days as seconds and year's as weeks 
Trying to hold on to clouds
Which quickly kept turning into rain
Maybe there is just no love here.

Author's Note

reviews highly appreciated.

Reviews

[Sikandar Khan]

Nice may ur themeis about lady who is not feeling comfortablr with it partner because his partner is not giving a love which she wants i highly appreciate this simple wording poem that was amazing which tells thw feelings of majoritay of fenales in relationships Nice Job Wonderfull Theme

[purpleray]

Thank you very much sikandar :-)

[Cattleya]

that was wonderful so deep

[purpleray]

Thank you very much :-)

[katieg]

ok wow. this hit hard and i have no clue why. this is actually amazing, may or many not be in tears right now

[purpleray]

Wow thank you so much. I'm happy to see some one so affected by words of my emotions. I hope the effect is for good luv.