August 18, 2017
Crushed beneath the loneliness
I wonder if he remembers,
our world when together,
our world when apart.
I wonder if it matters
deep inside his heart,
if it beats similar to mine.
This ancient need to be with this being,
psychologically can all be explained,
it’s no good, understood,
the results stay the same:
love lost is painful,
and leaves the darkest stains.
Emily ©
The Melancholy Spitfire 
aww this was soo beautiful. i’m up tonight just catching up on poetry and i love this piece. I hate when I get stains on my favorite clothes.
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Thank you, and that’s a good way to describe it. ☺
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