tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246015221615634053.post1974199284659455595..comments2015-02-05T20:46:26.529-08:00Comments on The Cemetery Diaries: Midnight RiderDeb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246015221615634053.post-52053161095050926262015-02-05T20:46:26.529-08:002015-02-05T20:46:26.529-08:00I wake up in the middle of the night crying, longi...I wake up in the middle of the night crying, longing for the man who I can not have. <br /><br />Longing for his touch, longing to hear his voice. Oh how I miss him laying beside at night. To hear him breathing, to feel his warmth <br /><br />People say that I am better off without him. I am not so sure I am.<br /><br />My heart breaks feeled with pain and hurt.<br /><br />Oh how I wish I could go back in time and repair the damage and hurt that I caused. <br /><br />Never to be again.<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03080849666714227729noreply@blogger.com