chris stainthorpe

Rookie (30-04-1984 / Middlesbrough, England)

The Last Goodnight - Poem by chris stainthorpe

It's dark now as i turn to find you not there.
Sadness fills my heart as it breaks once more.
The nights seem colder, yet the air is warm.
The mind questions, were did i go wrong?
The sick feeling in my stomach rises again, and my midnight tears fall like violent rain.
it would be easy to end it now!
Instead i choose to fight,
and so i bid you now..........
Our Last Goodnight.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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