I sit alone on my bed.
In the shadows.
It's like I'm waiting.
Waiting for someone to join me.
I am sad and alone.
The darkness creeping in on me.
I feel that there is a hole
That someone is supposed to fill.
I picture your face.
Feel the warmth of you as if
You were here.
I imagine you smiling at me.
And it feels right.
It feels complete.
It feels like home.
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Sweet & Dark Nothings
PoetryThe first collection of my poetry. Things that rattle through my mind in the night. Thoughts and fantasies, wishes and dreams, fears and sorrows.
