A bit of travelling and poetry

Once again, I'm home from travelling, and I'm not overly in the mood for a lot of writing, seeing as I this morning at around 6 had to say goodbye to Chris, knowing that we won't get to see each other again before the end of June.

Oh well, instead of writing about my trip I'll share a bit of "poetry" that I wrote while on the train, I do want to warn you, I hadn't really slept, I'd kinda napped a bit while watching movies, and in the car... Soooo this might not be the best I've ever written...

Anywho, here we go:

The pain is in walking away,

Knowing that every step takes me a little further away.

The pain is in not turning around,

Knowing that your arms won't be here to comfort me.

The pain is in waiting,

Knowing that what I'm longing for is so far away.

The love is in coming back,

Knowing that no matter the distance we'll meet again.

The love is in waiting,

Knowing that you'd wait for me aswell.

The love is in ignoring the pain,

Knowing that you're worth the hurting I'm going through.