By B.K.
Date: 9 January 2001
Empty Arms Endless Sighs
The nights are long
endless sighs of my
empty arms and aching
heart in anguish.
Your words of love
repeat over and over
in my mind.
Knowing our desires,
feeling the distance
greatly tonight,
needing your arms
now more than ever.
Come to me Darlin,
now would not
be soon enough.
I’ll be waiting.
bk
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