A romantic poem expressing loneliness of a missing love. TGIF, have a great weekend everyone.
I've tried being alone,
but I hate it when you're gone.
I've tried sleeping by myself at night,
it just does't feel right.
I've tried dining without you,
but I sat there sad and blue.
I couldn't even eat,
alone I felt uncomfortable in my seat.
You and I back together is what I want,
so I've got to be truly blunt.
Baby I need you next to me,
it's a feeling that keeps me happy.
I can't live without your loving touch,
this I truly need so much.
You are my sunshine when it's dark,
my pleasant morning walk in the park.
You're my everything for sure,
baby I need no other cure,
I know now that my love for you is pure.
My love won't you give me another chance,
I truly miss our loving romance.
Grady,
Being alone is hard, sometimes, but when faced with the situation, I, for one, have tried to remain focused on the things that matter to me. I've found the busier I keep myself, the less time I have had to sit around and mope.
A good poem on a sad topic.
Take care.
Hugs,
Jill
After losing her boyfriend in a accident, Alecia believe she's been seeing him. But that can't possibly be? When Brayden reveals himself, or his soul, he asks her of a favor. But when that favor leads to her revealing feelings for her dead boyfriends
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
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I should have written this
I been home alone now for about a month
Know that feel all too well
Peace & with you brother
William
"Our Loving Romance"
Oh so beautiful and longing for the loved one. Hope it is not true for you though. Loving blessings to you One and take the best of care.
Sincerely,
~Gwendolyn
Being alone is hard, sometimes, but when faced with the situation, I, for one, have tried to remain focused on the things that matter to me. I've found the busier I keep myself, the less time I have had to sit around and mope.
A good poem on a sad topic.
Take care.
Hugs,
Jill