Once again the bed is empty
cold, alone
so big, I'm on my own
your absence
gentle stab
one to the heart
and love
a glaring
tower of pain
I am a lonely girl
in my lonely world
full of solitude
of the ocean I am a source
crying for ages
forevermore
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.