I never thought that missing you could ever be this tough,
And when you said you're walking out I'd always call your bluff,
Sometimes it takes losing things to know how much they mean,
But truth is you're gone for good never to be seen,
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Born and raised in Northern New York. Despite the fact that I'm only 23 I'd like to think I've been through quite a bit in my day. Loved and lost. Mostly lost. Been hooked physically mentally and emotionally. Went from rags to riches back to rags three times over. These are the first poems I have ever written and my goal is to reach only one girl in this world. One that still matters a great deal. If she could only know the pain I feel every day shes not in my arms. If I could tell her it was real despite my actions. But in reality I'd probably have a better chance at hitting the lotto. Nonetheless I can dream can't I? I will always love her even if the feeling is not mutual. Always regretful....)
No Rest For The Wicked
I never thought that missing you could ever be this tough,
And when you said you're walking out I'd always call your bluff,
Sometimes it takes losing things to know how much they mean,
But truth is you're gone for good never to be seen,
I contact you they lock me up and throw away the key,
Even though I only wish for you to be with me,
I wake at night and reach for you but you are never there,
I try to sleep but I cannot so at the walls I stare,
I miss you babe and I don't blame if you don't feel the same,
But I loved us and in my life I still am glad you came...