Gone

Gone

A Poem by John Byrd

Hollow.

 

Numb.

 

I've felt like this every night since you left.

 

My bed is cold.

 

A tattoo of his name is on you

 

While a tattoo of your name is on my heart.

 

It doesn't make sense.

 

I really wish it did.

© 2014 John Byrd


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The art of love is a tapestry of ups and downs and and the best course of action is to chill and with eyes wide open love will fall in your lap and dance a dance again

Posted 9 Years Ago


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John Byrd

9 Years Ago

Thank you that is very encouraging and hopefull.

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Added on August 15, 2014
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Tags: Love, Heartbreak

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John Byrd
John Byrd

Detroit, MI



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