Empty Bed

by mo   Dec 7, 2004


As Christmas becomes closer, my nights become longer
I lay dreaming of him, missing his kiss, missing his touch, missing the love that will never be lost......
I miss the love that is miles away and yet so close to my heart

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  • 20 years ago

    by brin macnamara

    Now then.. This poem brings me near to tears. Its ... brilliant

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