She's here

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 She's here.

She'll sing me a song.

She's here.

She'll make me feel

Like I belong.

We'll hold hands.

She'll smile occasionally. 

I'll talk

And she'll listen patiently.

Heaven's last mouthpiece 

She'll sit next to me

In solitude.

She'll teach me

To enjoy my recluse.

Sad if I feel

She'll comfort me.

And if I cry,

She'll wipe my tears.

If I feel lonely,

She'll snuggle into my arms.

And my heart will skip a beat,

As she rests her head on my chest.

She's here

But she'll leave

When I turn the lights on.

She'll leave 

And ask me to hang on

Till the next night.

Comments

Moh said…
Sad, but so beautifully written...great work!!
July 3, 2021 at 9:24 PM
Anonymous said…
Ish, this sounds so lame like ugh
July 3, 2021 at 9:40 PM
Anonymous said…
Really amazing.I just loved it.
July 3, 2021 at 10:30 PM
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