Damn you!
I woke up and you're
not here again.
I can still smell you
on my pillows.
The sweet smell of your
aftershave still clings
to the pillows.
Why is it I can't
wake up with you.
I want to be lying in your
strong arms
being caressed
and loved
like no one else
could ever do.
yet every morning
it is the same
I awake
to the bright lights
turn
and face an empty
bed.
You ran,
escaped the closeness
that we shared during the night.
And I...
I am
alone.
Damn you
why can't you stay
and love me
in the morning
like you do
at night.
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Comments
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Oh what a beautiful write.
Filled with emotions
& deep thoughts.
Thanks for sharing & best of luck
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Now wait just a damned minute. What kind of man sneaks out in the middle of the night when he could snuggle and cuddle in the morning? Hell, that's the best part! Makes no sense to me... Good stuff- I don't know what ails people.
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The emptiness of a bed in the morning, well written.
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