Acts of jealously
Of lonliness
Of nothing more than a warmer home
Are nothing
Compared to what I can't have
To what I want most
So many poems
So many words
That you probably never read
That you never cared to hear
So what's the point
Behind what I'm writing now?
I've had dreams
Dreams of love
Dreams of hate
Dreams of everything that I reach for
But you wouldn't know them
Since you're not here
The winter
Will never be as cold
As my barely beating heart
It will never have the spirit
To lift it high
To warm it up
A contest entry
- Loneliness by Cyclical.
1000 points, ended February 9, 70 entries
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