Plea
This empty spot beside meis not empty
it's yours
Come home
My bed is cold
My heart numb
My eyes dull
Every beautiful moment bitter
Every memory poisoned
Come home
But only as yourself
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2013-09-01 at 12:31
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