Empty Arms

Empty Arms When my arms are empty, I only think of you You should be inside them, stopping me feeling blue Why is it I see you, everywhere I go? Yet you are not with me and why, I do not know. When I hear a voice calling out my name I always think it’s you, but it’s not and that’s a shame You should be there, when my eyes close in sleep You would stop the need in me, the need to count the sheep Think of my arms with you wrapped in them and held tight Think of that thing, and I’ll be in your dreams to night. Contest Entry New Poem 12 lines or under: Sponsor Black Eyed Susan © ~GG~ 20/12/2012