- Non-Erotic Poetry
- You Will Miss Me When I'm Gone
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Click hereAs I look up to the heavens and pray for guidance and strength,
One thought fills my tortured mind
And brings comfort to my injured heart,
Baby you will miss me when I'm gone......
When the phone no longer rings,
When the words no longer speak,
When the silence surrounds you,
Baby you will miss me when I'm gone......
As the night falls and my silence takes your heart,
The darkness surrounds you,
And you remember the love I once carried for you,
Baby you will miss me when I'm gone......
The days will turn over one by one,
The nights will fade into light,
Time will pass and the pain will ease,
But Baby you will miss me when I'm gone.....
Memories may haunt you of times with me,
Special moments of tenderness and joy,
Thoughts of passions sweet embrace,
Baby you will miss me when I'm gone.....
Another woman will touch you,
Bring your body to life,
Kiss your sweet lips and touch your heart,
But Baby you will miss me when I'm gone.....
Time will pass and memories will fade,
The stars, moon and sun will continue to move,
The constant motion of passage will ease the loss,
But Baby you will miss me when I'm gone.....
When all is said and done,
When you reach for me and I'm not there,
When you call my name on the soft night air,
Baby you will miss me when I'm gone.....
My heart aches with longing,
My mind with memories,
And know that I will always love you,
And Baby you will miss me when I'm gone.....
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- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 18 years agoWhoa !
I didn't see this one before - that's 2 in one day that hits the mark (well, for me at least). Repeating the same sentiment in the final line of each stanza gives this piece driving force {perhaps too strong for some tastes} - but that's just my view - poetry is, after all, a personal and subjective creature.
