No connection, three months passed by
Days, nights, no time didn't I cry
Yearning for your warmth, lips and hands
Seeing you here, but couldn't touch
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Now, it's a ghost, haunting me Brings me to the deep, I've ne'r been Tears won't stop, until you are here This heart of mine is ‘bout to cleave. imagination leading the reader to truths. tony
Loved this poem: No connection, three months passed by Days, nights, no time didn't I cry. “No time didn’t I cry”. The double negative makes it exquisite