the orb of night casts its
numerous rays of light
against the cold damp pavement
the absence i begin to feel
angry familiar thoughts fill my head
as they start to boil in my brain
they wont leave, oh how foolish
i was, my fragile hurried hands
reach out for you
but i see i am alone
my body is weak and heavy
hard drops of rain beat heavily
down apon my back
sitting on your back steps
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
the orb of night casts its
numerous rays of light
against the cold damp pavement
the absence i begin to feel
angry familiar thoughts fill my head
as they start to boil in my brain
they wont leave, oh how foolish
i was, my fragile hurried hands
reach out for you
but i see i am alone
my body is weak and heavy
hard drops of rain beat heavily
down apon my back
sitting on your back steps
Oct 17, 2012
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