The Wanting Begins
Without you at my side
and all alone at night,
dreams of you invade
and the wanting begins.
Loneliness of trepidation
invades my soul
and I am lost in a kingdom
made out of my nightmares.
The wanting begins
whenever you are not here
to steer me on the path
that my life must lead.
23 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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