As I lay awake tossing and turning in my bed. All alone.
I miss you, desperately.
I am restless.
I want to feel you next to me, your warmth, your presence.
I want to hold you in my arms as I drift off to sleep.
Your memories keep flashing in my head as if they are trying to raise a storm in my heart. And tonight, they have succeeded.
Your memories are like the waves kissing the shore .
And my heart is like the shore, no matter how many times the waves leave, it waits patiently for their return.
It’s high tide tonight and I am drowning.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
