Early Morning Tears

December 25, 2013
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In the middle of the night leading into the early hours of the morning is when I miss you the most. When I wish you could be here with me. Laying there alone knowing that this bed is too big and to cold without you. In the sound of the chilling silence I hear your voice, echoing through my thoughts. Reassuring me and giving me hope. When I’m surrounded by concrete darkness I know that I should be in your arms, surrendering to your touch. In the middle of the night of the night leading into the early hours of the morning is when I know I should be with you but I am here all alone in my bed made for two, while you are worlds away.





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