Cold, Grey
September
Where are you, my love?
I woke this morn'
in hearthache.
Longing to see
your face.
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A poem about missing a special person in my life.
Submitted:Sep 17, 2012 Reads: 17 Comments: 1 Likes: 2
Cold, Grey
September
Where are you, my love?
I woke this morn'
in hearthache.
Longing to see
your face.
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