Without you

In the middle of the night
I wake up from the heat
Climbing onto the roof
I sit and watch the moon
grow bigger with every breath
Writing line after line
without you

You said I'd never
manage a word again
after you had gone
but I am writing
to my heart's displeasure
word upon word
without you

It's four AM and I'm hungry
for myself again
You used to hold me
the way I do now
But I do it without the pain
dancing sadistically in your eyes
and I am writing line after line
without you



Poetry by Little Miss Sorrow
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Written on 2010-07-04 at 23:36

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