i want to be near you,
in my dreams i can hear you,
but,
how can i sleep,
when your voice makes me week.
and so.
i do not sleep.

i long for your touch,
an it hurts.
so much.
like a burn to the skin,
this tough place,
i am in.

for your face,
i will see,
i fear,
for eternity,
as the one,
i could not keep,
and so,
i do not sleep.

so i shall leave,
for i must be able to breathe,
and at most,
just exsist.
but youve given me things,
and youll never know what that means,
to someone who has nothing.
i hope life brings you,
your angel with white wings
or at least a white knight
driving a corvett

Nice poem. Beautiful creative writing.

Very Good Write Great Ending

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