Sometimes, when the sun has just risen and the grass is still sprinkled with dew, when the world is quiet and the house is empty I find myself restlessly wandering about without an explanation.
And sometimes in the afternoon when I go out, I feel like everyone has something that I don't, like I've missed the memo on something.
Finally late at night I remember again what it is I am missing, why I feel lost, and empty. I'll just be sitting around, and something will trigger it. And your face will appear in my mind, the same face I've tried so hard to forget, washing it away with vodka when it becomes too vague.
Even though I know we can never be together again, I still crave to hear your voice.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
