Too much of my time.
Way too much of it I spend,
Lamenting the 'Why me?s'
The 'Why not me?s'
Too much of it I lament,
Of what my time with you meant.
For you it was just another night
To me you were the other half of my rib.
Without you I have become... un-whole
And because you said, 'it was nothing more',
You left me desiring more
Therefore I Lament!
by Aloysius M
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Lamenting (A Poem)
PoetryThis Night I Lament and so I do the next. A short poem I wrote off the pages of my mind, please enjoy and vote for it :)
