Your passing holds no interest
for again I carry on
empty on the inside
I await another dawn.
Endless searching for another,
a substitute at best,
someone I pretend is you
in hopes that I may rest.
Their arms offer no comfort
no solace in their touch
I pretend they all are you
the one I miss so much.
the end clinches it.. well written very well written.. deceptively simple :)
ReplyDeleteGood, well knighted thoughts:)
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ReplyDeletevery nice :)
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