A space, a hole, hollow, there
In the middle of my being is still there.
When body is increasing in size, heart
Is growing by depth, from simple to complex.
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I have no one to fill, and I lay on bed,
Looking at the ceiling with less meaning.
My eyes are wet with tears but they won't rain.
wow.
loved it.
please read some of my poems and comment.
:)
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I have no one to fill, and I lay on bed, Looking at the ceiling with less meaning. My eyes are wet with tears but they won't rain. wow. loved it. please read some of my poems and comment. :)