Saturday, December 12, 2015

In pieces

Tears run down my cheek
wish you were here
to talk to me
to make me laugh
to put my pieces together
but you are not
not a word
not a call
nothing at all
the distance is killing
your coldness
Tears run down my cheek
wish you were here
to tell me
I should not wait for you
because you do not care
simply I am nothing to you.

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