This is how she left

I miss you a lot… I miss you a little

 sometimes a lot feels too little.

I wait for you here -but you will never be near;

you left me alone

stranded in tears

 

Waiting, and waiting for time to pass- yet past

 has never past

Sorrows sweep within so deep; as every scar shattered what was beneath

 

My dreams rule where I’m with you

by the end, I’m left with few.

Decorated darkness swallows me in and all that’s left is the dying dust

draining me

in to the dreadful truth

 

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