Loss, by mytruth Subscribe to rss feed for mytruth

I can't look at 
pictures of you
or us,
or your friends.
All I feel is 
sorrow
and
the pain is
undescribable.
I have no control
to change the day
or week or 
moment that I wish
you were here.
I can't stop
writing
or 
crying
or 
wishing
it's only a bad dream.
Posted: 2007-05-22 03:31:34 UTC

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2007-07-23 19:42:25Lydia
Thanks for your comments :) Your work is great too, I can really relate to this one.