LDR, poems

The Thought.

Brooding seems to be the order of the day

I am lost for words and don’t know what to say

I wish you would stay

Even if it’s just so we could play.

When the night comes and I lay

All I can do is pray

For another way 

 to throw away

The opinions that you have of me that won’t sway

Though I know your response is nay

I try not to keep at bay

The emotions that would relay

To you that I am Okay.

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