Midnight rolls around, a soft breeze rolls through a sleepy town.
The streets are empty with but the lamps to guide the way, every house is dark but one where light creeps out the window.
My heart aches as I stare out into the night, I wish to fill it with the one I used to hold so tight.
Drawing the curtains I turn away, listening to the coffee pot brew.
Alone inside my head, my mind begins to stew.
Against the wall the home phone lingers, unplugged and useless now.
But as I dance across the keys with my fingers I imagine a familiar sound.
I pretend to dial the numbers, like I'd done a thousand times before.
But this time I felt empty, and when it didnt ring I fell to the floor.
I can't help but cry, I miss you.
Why did you have to say goodbye?
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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...
