I miss the feeling,
that feeling of being at home
with you.
The only problem is
there is no
you.
There is only
me
and what good does it do
when it’s late
and I’m freezing over?
My sheets don’t suffice
when all my dreams
are of your cold, bitter winds.
You write so simply but elegantly. True art!
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you!
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😊
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Oh beautifully written – loved it
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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And the presence of that person is enough to keep your heart warm for the rest of the night.
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Sad & beautiful, well written
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Heres a great big hug! ❤
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