Left out

I lean over the window sill

i was there sitting still

trying to remember everything

but everything went down to nothing

every night you live in my dreams

but in real life you disappear

i reach out, and i feel you on my finger tips

I'm not tied up but my body is stiff.

every night i dream about you

and when i wake up i hope they come true

cause i miss the days when you held my waist

then slowly you would kiss my face

there are so much poems that I've made for you

cause there's noting left for me to do

i posted them but you pretend you didn't notice

and this poem? i bet you wouldn't know this.

YOU WENT IN MY HEART, BUT YOU WERE NEVER IN IT TO WIN IT.

you were in it so you could use it.