Lonely Silence
My head is aching,
From this lonely silence,
Wishing you were here,
But wishing makes no difference.
Is it all in my head?
Is any of it real?
I can't even hear you,
I can't even feel.
Dreaming the impossible,
Because you won't let it be real,
Wanting the unreachable,
I don't know how to feel.
My faith is growing weak,
My patience growing thin,
My hope is getting lost,
Is wanting you a sin?
My fantasy a lifeline,
I'm afraid to let go,
I need to hold on,
I just need to know.
By: Stephanie (StephJS2)
Copyright '98 Stephanie S.
Stephanie's Poetry
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