105 days I suffered
Thoughts of you still lingered
Your deep brown eyes
Behind were little white lies
A prisoner I am
Of your love, at 3 a.m.
I wait for a call
But silence echoes in the hall
Love, you're still the one
Come back if you're done
In the same pavement I wait
For your memory to reincarnate
Every night is a struggle
Memories I can't entangle
I whisper your name
But still.. it hurts me the same.
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Unvoiced Introspection: Love & Despair
Poetry"The ache I'm feeling Is far from healing..." A concatenation of short poems, letters, and stories based on unexpressed heartaches and concealed pain. Not the greatest collection yet the most authentic.
