I want a mate,
That'll stay up late,
And share my fate.
I want to go back to that night,
When your light
Was radiant, pleasant, and bright.
I don't think I'll see you smiling at me
Anymore.
And I can't guarantee
Before then I won't be rotten to my core.
Alone
I wait for you.
Blown in the wind
I'll try to find you.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
