I wrote this last night while listening to some country music. Anytime I listen to music it will be country or Gospel.

Empty Arms!

My arms reach for you but come back empty.

Every time they always come back empty to me.

I am so lonely and tired of being alone.

That's the way I've been since you've been gone.

I know my arms are to short because they always come back to me empty when I reach for you.

Poetry by Damon
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Written on 2009-09-24 at 16:34

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