19.9.16

Tears raining in May


As morning turned into afternoon
and me spending in bed all day.
Wasn't expecting to see you very soon,
in fact you had just left in may. 
With wounds still so very open,
and me everyday missing you.
My soul left on the ground broken
wishing to hear one more time: I love you too. 

By Babette Stolk

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