This is how she left
June 28, 2018
I miss you a lot… I miss you a little
sometimes a lot feels too little.
I wait for you here -but you will never be near;
you left me alone
stranded in tears
Waiting, and waiting for time to pass- yet past
has never past
Sorrows sweep within so deep; as every scar shattered what was beneath
My dreams rule where I’m with you
by the end, I’m left with few.
Decorated darkness swallows me in and all that’s left is the dying dust
draining me
in to the dreadful truth
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