It's Me Poem by Brenda Urka
It's Me
The room is dark,
The air is thin,
I see myself, alone again.
Across the room, an empty chair,
The one I love, not sitting there.
Tears they fall, stain my cheeks,
Empty heart, unable to speak.
Cold and empty, my arms the ache,
In need of passion, here to take.
The room is dark,
The air is thin,
I see myself, alone again.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
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