You're coming in
Three
Days.
I can't even express how excited I am.
Very.
Too.
Extremely.
You're coming in three days,
For twenty one days,
Like you always do;
Once a year.
A vacation.
A leave from working.
Time to make excuses for leaving.
Time to tell me you love me.
I.
Hate.
You.
So.
Much.
I miss you.
So much.
I wish it would all be over,
But I'm still holding on to what kills me.
I'm still holding on
To you.
No,
Never mind.
There are three days left
Until you'll be able to hold me and
Console me and
Love me and
I
Can't
Wait.
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
