I am without hope—that broke long ago. lies have taken her place. a dusty shelf back at home. a new clean space with in a temporary place
you have been gone for longer than a full night's sleep. whispers in the wind and aches on my mind
hating the passing time and nonexistent memories forming
days are wasted without your touch, and i'm more alone than when i didn't the chance to call you mine.
-in reverse
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
