They always say
That missing people
Comes in waves,
But missing you, oh darling,
Is nothing like waves for me;
For waves appear calm at first,
And missing you has never been
In the least bit calm.
It is like a raging hurricane
That I am unable to escape,
As creeping, ghastly arms
Force me even deeper
Into an endless abyss that
Swallows me whole.
Yet never able to reach the eye
Until I am near you once again,
That darling, is why I fear
When you tell me you are leaving;
I know not how many more
Of these treacherous storms
I can take.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
