I lay staring at the ceiling
Looking for an answer, hope, miracle.
I laid so many nights doing this
Tonight is a different story
I lay staring at the ceiling
Looking for an answer, hope, miracle.
I find just those things but so much more
I look and find my other half
I hold out my hand to grab it
To have it forever more
Praying that it isn't stolen from me
I grab it and feel whole again.
Everything is moving, moving so fast.
I then open my eyes to find that I am finally awake
After so many nights of being in the dark.
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Part of me (Poems)
PoésieThese are random poems, that I hope can make someone feel better.
