Seven days

Nov 2017 397 Views 4 comments

Seven days.

Seven days drag by,
again days end sans you.
You wont see if I cry,
or smell my hairs shampoo.
I won't know your hand's are cold,
or why you're feeling blue.
All my thoughts are untold,
but they are all of you,
and the love that we withhold,
now that we are through.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Posted: Nov 2017

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completenutterOPLarnaca, CyprusNov 25, 2017

Haha but it's raining in my heart!!
I hope all this poetry therapy will heal my sad and soggy heart lol!

IncubusBaigIslamabad, PakistanNov 25, 2017

Therapy does work.. but its not magic.. just quickens the healing process a bit I think.

I'm here if you need an umbrella though..

(although I do sometimes prefer to get wet in the rain myself)

completenutterOPLarnaca, CyprusNov 25, 2017

Thanks IncubusBaig your comments help me feel less alone. xx

I usually bounce back fast, this time hit me hard is all. I'm working on acceptance this week.
I think I am more in touch with whats going on inside my head thanks to the poetry.
Thanks for the concern, hope alls well with you.x

IncubusBaigIslamabad, PakistanNov 25, 2017

Glad to have been of service..