Like a widow. I stick out my head outside my window.. Wishing and constantly hoping my love will show up....I heard stories of the dead...and they fascinating me....they don't scare me...I wish it was my dead story they are taking about....I wish it was my life story they are talking about.... Like a widow...
I vehemently miss the last night. Last nights we spent together before my love turned in goof and smoked. I recall the hot chocolate plus...hot coffee and the ice cold creams...I recall.. The cuddle and the good night kiss in "my" warm comfy bed...now an abyss....like a widow I cry like a child...wade like a mother who lost a son...lament like a father who's daughter has no suitors.... I sometimes think I'm that widow..
Like a widow. I close my window at night fall and open it at dawn...glued at my nitch. With a handful of Dreams, nightmare, hopes and worry. Who will open my heart painlessly and install love and warmth like she did...who will listen to my bed time stories who? Who will tickle my left rib to my armpit...who will I ever tell I love you. Like I used to...like a widow. The pain and drab is excruciating.. Good bye to she whom I loved. But like a widow I will wait...like a hungry hyena I will scavange...and like a toddler hope with at most hope
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Poetry With My Name
PoetryLet's count one two many with our hands deep in the air.Be the one in my life we share. Be the one other lovers see and scare. My name is kingtrapp and I am the greatest poet on earth
