The vacuum inside
makes me want to
sleep forever.
Something has
sucked all the life
out of me. No liter
of tears, no page of
poetry, can fill me
again.
He's eclipsing you in
my thoughts. Dear
God, let your light
blind me again, and
let the flakes fall.
Tonight, I just want
to----
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Prodigal Daughter, Unfaithful Wife
PoetryWhat happens when what you thought was love wasn't really love at all? Poetry on the struggle against lust and the hope of learning to truly love and live again.
