We go home before they wrote,
Planning to go to bed.
You were really tired,
Was the only thing you said.
I couldn't fall asleep,
I had to much on my mind.
After all this heartache,
Love is what I find.
I looked upon your face,
Tossing as you dreamed.
I hoped what you said was true,
That every word you meant.
I couldn't bare a heartache,
Fleeing from here again.
Where would I go?
Where I went then?
I only had your word,
That you loved me since the first day.
I clung to what I heard,
Believing that you would stay.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
