Category : Poems

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Gone 

In the end, there is no one to blame .
The heart burns In winter 
Without heating there is pain.

Alcohol, music and poetry turns medicine, But without her gloom, her presence, emptiness, loneliness , all pain.

Countless miles away she is. but, her essences is like three feet away.
She's gone but she is here.
I want what was to be the same.

Her sweet perfume lingers in my hoodie, her hair in my hair brush 
Her reflection through the mirror 
She is here but without her it ain't the same.

What have I done but bring myself 
Extensive pain. 
Without her in my life, it ain't the same.
 
I kiss the wiskey glass its all 
Self inflected pain.


My tears now  flows from my pen like endless rain.

She gone it ain't that same 
Am missing my sunshine 
Its cloudy, from my eyes flows only rain.


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Romaine Anthonio Davy.