Sometimes I lie in bed
I writhe and claw
And scream your name
Sometimes I lie in bed
And I swear I smell your scent
I open my eyes and pray
Sometimes I lie and bed
Let the ghost of you
Lure me back to health
Sometimes I lie in bed
Want to die but fall asleep instead
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
