I love him so much that it's painful;
It hurts to hang up, say goodbye.
It always kills me to stop talking;
My eyes, they never dry.
I can't bear the distance between us;
I hate that he's so far away.
I don't want to wait to see him;
I wait for his call everyday.
My eyes grow weary and painful,
I heave until I feel alright;
Sometimes I just let the tears fall,
If only to sleep through the night.
I hate to hang up until next time,
Though I know that 'til then I'll be fine.
Sometimes it's the only incentive,
"Tomorrow he'll be on the line."
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
