Sometimes…

Sometimes the dark becomes too deep
I seek the light you held in sleep
Down by the shore where willows weep
While waves lapped gently at your feet

Sometimes the dark becomes too deep
I miss the times our eyes would meet
The holding hands in busy streets
Stopping so our lips could speak

Sometimes the dark becomes too deep
In memories I cannot sleep
Tormented by the past I keep
And in the emptiness I weep.

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Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more... https://www.instagram.com/learningtolovethesilence/

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