Missing You
My pillows soaked with despair
of my aching heart
My wonderous mind is a clay of
art, awaiting it's decorative path
My soul weak from holding on
My eyes tire of empty tears
I beg for your forgiveness
I beg for your solitude
Catch me when I fall
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