Time turns to exhaustion, as I'm out here calling; hoping you can hear me.
But alas my sound falls on deaf ears.
And it's quiet a shame, as much as I've called your name, how little you really listen.
I interpret as my cries mean nothing.
My heart breaks and it aches as we drift night and day, further apart in different directions.
The speculations begin.
I crave to be touched, embraced, to be loved, to spend time with what I held dear, my dear; you.
Our interest have fled, from conjoined to separate, and I claw trying to pull us together.
Anything that will drawl us together.
And yet I am pushed away, by the things that you say, and your want to do it all without me.
But yet I need you.
So with my head hanging low, I drag foot and I go, because there is nothing more that I can do.
I just wanted to spend time with you.
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Josie Del Valle
I'm a down to earth person, as anyone else. My writings come from moments in time that have inspired me. These are thoughts I dare not utter out loud. My writings are not for everyone, and they were not meant to be. They simply are me.
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