Published October 23, 2013 by emmaperez1961

With hurt eyes. ‘I can’t believe you said that. I stood close that day. That I might to see a glimpse of hope in your eyes. That I, was the longing piece that you were so missing in your life. You come come back years later saying you miss me. I’m tired and  I’m not sure how much of the person I once was is even there.’

Anyway, just having a play on words. When poems of darkness fall upon me, I have the tendency of giving myself my own chills. Crazy I know.


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