The pain of missing you Mr
In my heart there's a pain
That feels like a blister
The hole of insanity
Of missing you Mr
Emotions of fire
Dreams of the past
A never ending story
At the bottom of this glass
I weep like the rain
Gently showering my face
Through devil red eyes
I desire not this place
At the end of this stairway
Are the last steps I climb
To never look back
At this place in time
Copyright© Sharon Brady
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