It doesn’t get much easier
Sitting here
Trying to have fun
While inside I’m dying
Missing…
You
I don’t think I’ll find another
That made me feel the way you do
Did
And I try so hard
To rid
Myself
Of the memory of you
These days
It doesn’t get much easier
Sitting here
Trying to have fun
While inside I’m dying
Missing…
You
I don’t think I’ll find another
That made me feel the way you do
Did
And I try so hard
To rid
Myself
Of the memory of you
Musing & Rhymes of a Man Reaching For Meaning
Poetry for Finding Meaning in the Madness
A place to express myself through words!
Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine...
Creative Work, Social Action, Mindful Engagement
"Poetry in-depth"
