The pang.
It hits me.
It strikes me.
In the dead of night.
The need for you.
The want for you.
But always, I must try and avoid.
It.
Though not always successful, tis the best way.
I guess.
The pang.
It hits me.
It strikes me.
In the dead of night.
YOU ARE READING
Eilerasciai Su Jausmais
PoesíaThe name of this book is loosely based on the Lithuanian meaning for "poems with feelings." And indeed, they do feel. They feel the rawness of every possible emotion ever felt. They are heartfelt poems, written from the nonsensical thinkings of the...
