Bitter Pill To Swallow

This is a bitter pill to swallow
Knowing you are not here
and out of sight
All I do is sit and wallow

Since you went away
the whole world feels
dull and grey
I would do anything to have you near
My heart is so empty
I feel so sad and lonely
sitting here in despair

The truth is that
I have so many things left
unsaid
So many things I still would
Like to say

I love you more than life itself
It’s been 18 months
This month of May

Everything in every day
reminds me of you
and how you left my heart in a mess
and now all I’m feeling is blue

It is really important to me
that one day
you realise what you meant
to me
It so hurts me inside
to know
We will never
be

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Bernadine Goodsell

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