Running through my head,
the things you do never
cease to amaze me.
You've left me broke,
beaten and bruised.
I'm laying here
in a puddle of my own misery,
waiting for you to love me again.
Will I ever be in your arms again
or am i just waiting for nothing?
I miss you more than I should.
I think about you every day.
I am in misery.
We're being torn apart.
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Truth of Thoughts - Poetry
PoesiaA lot of this will be about love. Also, I'm going to be putting things in here if I already have a poem of the same subject in my other one (depending on the viewpoint and audience). Sorry that these are mostly about love. Until I find my poem book...
