I wish I could write something beautiful just for you but my life is so horrible because you arent here
this plays in to my words because there is no beauty in me I cant see the light I am surrounded by night
everywhere I look there are people yet I am so lonely
I can hear the voices but they're not for me
I am in a cold, desolate land but its so scalding
my only joy comes from seeing your face and hearing your voice all a distant memory
I was looking over all of my poems the other day and I decided that this was one worth putting on here. I wrote this about 7 or 8 months ago. This is one of my better ones from this time.