sitting here
sitting here with nothing to do but close my eyes and think of youyour smile was bright your eyes would shine , i'd forever be proud to call you mine.
but now all i see is a cloud of gray i wish you was here like yesterday
sitting here
sitting here with nothing to do but close my eyes and think of youIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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