There was a time when I would pray for the time when my parents left, so I could have the house to myself. So I could have peace and quiet and the freedom to do things my way.
And only now do I realised I only wanted it when I wasn't scared it would be gone forever.
I wish now I'd never wanted it.
Because now I can't get it back.
Now I need them
more than ever
and they're gone
separate ways
when I needed them most
together.
Please come back...
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
