Something inside me aches,
Out of love -
A burning desire to be with them again,
My muses.
To hear their song,
And feel their hands as they braid
Promises into my hair,
And whisper confidences beside my ear.
But how!
For it has only been so long,
And yet I feel an eternity apart
Sinking into my heart.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
