He once again has forgotten me.
Many unreasonably long hours pass,
And I am still alone,
Not one word heard.
Worn out and blue I feel.
Haven't done much but still exhausted.
My thoughts belonging to him
Have distracted me throughout the day.
But like always,
Great times don't seem to last.
One day love, hugs, and kiss.
Promises to always be there.
The next abandoned.
Tight burning words in my throat,
Waiting, a lot more patiently,
to be burst out.
I HATE YOU!
It is what I want to scream.
I MISS YOU!
Is what my heart yells.
Such pain is
My punishment
For falling into loves wings.
I am such a fool.
Such torture is
My prize
For falling into his arms.
I am only blind.
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
