27 June 2012
Sitting. Hoping. Praying.
Moving closer. Feelings I never knew I had
Erupted to the surface.
You. I miss you.
The way we used to be, so close.
Not anymore.
Him. He's taken you.
The mistakes I've made, they follow me,
Haunt me.
I. I'm the reason.
The reason you're gone.
The reason you're with him.
Sitting. Hoping. Praying.
But in vain.
Sonnet • Opuss № I