why bother titling a normal night of my life.

By SourInnocence

I want you,
Only you,
To come to me,
And whisper softly in my ear.
Say something,
Say anything,
To chase away this fear.
Empty rooms echo,
Lonely steps,
Each one growing faster,
As I try to hurry past the memories.
My heavy heart,
Regrets so much,
When its left alone,
And I love you more on nights like these.
So alone,
So late,
So restless,
With nothing to distract me from loving you.
I’ll remember,
I’ll relive,
I’ll relove,
The memories of the things I thought I knew.

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Copyright 2003 SourInnocence
Published on Sunday, August 17, 2003.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Six-Out On Sunday, August 17, 2003, Six-Out (1423)By person wrote:

    Wow. From what I get, I read the entire thing thinking, now this is all lovey dovey, and then bam. The last line shatters that and makes it all seem false. Of course I could be wrong...I frequently am.

  • OLd SouL On Sunday, August 17, 2003, OLd SouL (717)By person wrote:

    Soft. Touching. Lovely.

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