Sunday, 13 December 2015


My bed's boring,
pillows misbehave,
walls stand staring,
only sheets, I have.

Dark, eyelids drop,
burns, desires, you,
darklin' wishes crop,
Darling, I miss you.

Short Poetry Collection
"I Miss You"
~Andy Mwalasha

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