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Missing You

Standing here alone,
Beside the street lamp.
Crying my pain out
Feeling the rain fall
on my body.
Wishing you were
here beside me.
Remembering how we
met under this lamp.
My knees woble remembering.
I fall down to the ground.
My heart longing for your arms,
your touch, your breath on my face.
Missing you so much, needing you.
All i know is that I need you in my life.
I want you back,
Wishing you were really here
sitting by my side.
Telling me you adore me and
you need me.
I suprise myself walking throught
the cemetery.
I wobble and fall down on my
knees on your grave.
And scream my heart out,
till i have no voice left
And whisper I love you
to your grave...

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  • ToxicSuicide
    January 10

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    This is great!! At the begginning you're expecting that the guy dumped her, but then it twists and you find out he didn't leave her purposely. Or did he? Anyways, thanks for entering and good luck!
    ~ToxicSuicide.


    • carrots
      January 10
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      ...

      yep i like how the ending is twisted.
      you expect something else.


  • contess
    January 10

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    i donot know anything about free verse,but the way the poem shifted at then end,,,that was unexpected!

  • A-muse-in-writer
    January 10
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    Very nice

    I like the way this poem shifted by the second half. A delightful surpise.

  • It first sounded like the fall out from a love story, but all of a sudden, what was reached was the undenyied yearing of the unbarable, the so-called personification of berweathement that whipser nonchalantly on, to a subsidance. hoping the pangs in this were duly passed and the intensity to which all hanging on, released tears for the mere mention of revival. haunting choral of words.

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