As I stir this morning thoughts invade my head,
Haunted by mental images of such insanity,
In the morning as the light shines through,
Believe that I am missing you,
My being's torn,
I'm ripped apart,
Well probably not that severe,
Slight exaggeration from poetic imagination,
Give me a bell when you get my gist,
Cos you know you're sorely missed!
By ladylivvi1

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