the mere thought
of him leaving is too much
for me to handle;
I lie down on my bed,
my body falling into a fit of tremors,
with tears threatening
to release themselves
from their two-door prison;
but not the type of leaving
when one has given up
on the other.
the type of leaving
where life has lost its fight;
the day when there will be
no more laughter,
no more i-love-you's,
and no more goodbyes
scares me.
please never leave me;
darling, I need you.
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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...
