It's four in the morning, and the air is still,
deep in my chest, there's an empty space to fill,
I stare at the bulb, in my vacant room,
I hoping that you'll, arrive very, very soon.
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Like this sweet poem. Just the simpleness of longing and hoping to meet that special someone to share special times with. Nice.
good writing, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment.
There is nothing quite as suffocating as solitude when you are longing to be connected to someone eles' s heart. I think tomorrow when I am out walking, if passing a stranger I shall smile a little kinder.....just in case it's you. Your poem was a reminder of how loneliness can lurk just beyond the corner....but then again....so can love. PEACE