I reach for you when I get into bed
but you’re never there
My heart is then overcome with sadness
which only you can heal
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The Life of Me
PoetryI'm just a teenage girl, trying to make sense of this crazy world.
March 28, 2014 12:14 a.m.
I reach for you when I get into bed
but you’re never there
My heart is then overcome with sadness
which only you can heal