I open my eyes, but you were not there, where did you go, should I not care? Search wildly for where you had went, was this coming, were the messages sent? No one else does seem to really care, don't know you're gone, you seat is still bare, only I can see that you are not here, soon my hope will turn into fear, your face is all that I wanted to see, but since you are gone, my dream will not be, turning back to where you usually are, it seems so distant, so very far, but what is this that I witness with my eyes, is it you? Or just more painful lies? a ghost, perhaps, or a figment from my dreams, no, this is reality, or so it seems, at rest is my soul, my heart is back in it's place, because you are here now, and I've seen your face...
Reason for writing:
This poem basically shows how pathetic I am...
Birth sign: Aries
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