Elisabeth Anne Wingle
Savannah - Poem by Elisabeth Anne Wingle
After you left, the boredom set in.
I have no one to laugh with.
You're the only one who thinks my jokes are funny.
With no one to make fun of life with,
suddenly life isn't so funny.
It's sad and lonely and kind of scary
When we're together, nothing can stop us.
But when we're apart, there's no one to touch.
Sometimes my arms just ache to hold you.
And my mind longs for the peace it feels when you are near.
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