Dreaming of when we see each other again.
Hoping to touch you one more time
Longing for the day you come back home
Until then my heart has been ripped
I love you forever
The wound will be here till you return
My heart and soul is on the other side of the country
Till I can can bring you home
You are my first born
My heart is ripped
I died a little when you were taken
No word described the pain
The lies that were webbed
I still have the fight
The battle will begin soon
My heart maybe ripped
But it will mend
You will be home soon
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Depressing Poems Book Two
PoetryThis book is filled with more poems from the heart and pain, even some love that has left scars and open wounds.
