One More Poem by Cristina Geanta

One More

Rating: 2.8


in so many days nothing happens
each one matters more than the one before

they say time lasts more when you wait
even longer when there's nothing to wait for

i'm tired of pain having the shape of an empty room

what's the use for mornings anymore?

mornings, daylight, double bed.. all too much for one

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew mark Wilkinson 28 May 2007

Loneliness is the worst place, but hold on to hope that some one will come and fill the space... Cristina 10 for you...

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