debating semantics with the monsters of the nite..... laying next to her, late at nite, after sex, she's sleeping but i am wide awake, thinking of you and of better times, before marriage when i could run free and stay out all nite, thinking of the times when i smoked three packs a day and drank until i was sober only to keep drinking until i got drunk again....... i miss you and i miss those times especially on the nites when i can't sleep and all i can do is think of you.... here i am, laying awake tonite, next to her, unable to sleep, 5 years without a drink, 6 weeks without a smoke and in 6 more weeks my son will turn 4 and i am missing you..... is that wrong?Birth sign: Libra
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by tattooedbeatmessiah.