Woe Is Me 2009
''The bed's too big, the frying pan's too wide..''
Such words collide with meaning,
When you're left to hear them alone.
Woe is me since you've been gone.
Because you left so many signs,
unwritten notes and messages.
Reminders that burn me to tears,
I can't move the simplest of things.
Counting down the days like heart beats,
Until you return, how I yearn for you,
Everyday turned for you,
You know you make me live for you.
Please hurry back,
My poor heart it bleeds for you.
Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2009
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