The StoryTeller

Empty : A deep Poem

I die every day, when I wake up alone, to find that you are not beside me.

I bide my time in agony, waiting for a single second to spend with you.

I cannot deny how special you are to me; you make me the man I want to be.

I cry every night, lying awake, an empty space in bed beside me.

I am empty without you.

The Storyteller

,
, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

7 responses to “Empty : A deep Poem”

Leave a comment