find me famished
but i can't eat
though hollow
from the nights before
in the afternoons i
lose all senses
with petal-less
gardens
and imprints in the
blades of grass
reminders of where
we lay
but it's the nights
i miss you most
the interminable
nights of intolerable empty
where i hide in
sorrow
in the
darkest corners of the gloom
4 thoughts:
The heart that hurts like this is one that loves like no other. <3
you just like my music...garnet <3
I had to return because this poem has been on my mind all afternoon. The second stanza is so lovely and the imagery it left inside me was so very poignant. I think I may have used the wrong word earlier. I said the heart that "hurts" like this is one that loves like no other. I think I should have said the heart that yearns like this loves like no other.
And yes, I do love your music, too, but your poetry penetrates my very soul and keeps me coming back andYEARNING for more.
beautiful comments, thank you rebecca. do keep coming back, i yearn to see more ;)
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