Thunderstorms

Thunderstorms

A Poem by Lisa Parks

Today is gone , tomorrow is near
How I wish you were here.
Understand me when I say
No more hurting, no more pain.
Don't even call me.
Even though deep down I want you to.
Remembering all the good times we had.
So now waiting for someone new to fill that hole.
Thank you for trying to be my friend.
Oh how the fire in my soul is burning
Reaching out to others to fill my loneliness.
My heart hurting...my heart won't open for anyone.
Stops letting people in.

© 2018 Lisa Parks


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Added on June 25, 2018
Last Updated on June 25, 2018