Whats the point of living
if I can only have you in dreams.
Im only happy sleeping,
cold and alone,
in a home that doesnt feel lived in,
as I fall into the grace
of not being awake.
Just to see you
and for one moment be with you.
Because I'll never really see you again
and I'll never really be with you,
because youll never really love me.
Loneliness is all I know,
all I am,
all I can ever be.
Wheres the future in such a sickness.
Wheres the future in me.
Alas, relation to this poem is too uncanny. The only way to tell you the brilliance of this poem is to tell you that I am envious to greener grass of the girl who makes you feel so.
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(work on your contractions, they are distractions from the poem)
Warm Love and Happy New Year,
*-Brittany-*
Sometime's You Just Do Not Know How Lucky
You Really Are!!
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