Heartsick and all alone

in this hotel room

making friends with the shadows on the walls

wishing one of them was you

Not knowing when I’ll see you next

it could never be too soon

Only hoping that between now and then

you will miss me, too


Now I’m heartsick

hoping beyond hope that you can feel this

dreaming about the taste of your scarlet lipstick

soft, sweet kisses… oh, I’ve missed it


The chance to be

your everything


I agree, this is a rather childish poem, and it doesn’t convey the meaning I was hoping. I started rhyming for the sake of rhymes and setting it to a tune in my head, making it almost pop-music in content quality. But it’s better to write about longing than to simply long for someone silently.

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