I'm down here alone, in the dark dreary light.
I think of you now, holding your image so clear.
Laying down here, I touch my face,
and look around..but knowone is here
I wipe my eyes dry from the last cold wet tear.
Wishing I could hold you, I hug my pillow tight
Waiting to see you, I close my eyes tonight,
Wanting to know where I'm going to be, I drinft on into another dream.
For some reason writing poems makes me feel better. confused
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