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I Will Be Here, Waiting

Poetry By: Thomas W Peterson

Lost Loves

Submitted:Oct 17, 2011    Reads: 65    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I looked in the closet,

and your clothes aren't there,

your pictures are gone,

the walls are all bare.

The chair is gone,

where I sat and I wept,

the bed is cold,

where you once slept.

From room to room,

I weep and I rome,

now, its an empty, cold house,

it's no longer a home.

My mind is aching,

it's about to crack,

as I sit at the table,

and hope you come back.

My love for you,

I know you're debating,

when you figure it out,

I'll be here,

still waiting.


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