Dearest Juliet,
Juliet, where have you gone?
I woke up one morning, and you were not there.
Did my words come out wrong?
Knowing I hurt you is a feeling I cannot bear.
The bed feels lonely,
My heart is breaking.
My arms are now boney.
My head is aching.
I wake up, wishing to find you,
But all is see is an unoccupied pillow.
What we had, between us was so true.
But it left, so what once was my heart, is now hollow.
I wish you would return.
Come back, and start anew.
The fire inside us would burn,
And I would be able to adore you.
Always,
Harry.
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PoetryCollection of poems written in grief, with a tale of how a couple torn apart by fear can find their way back to each other. All poems are mine! © brokenflowerss