My Home Is Poetry By Amir , www.PoetryPoem.com/redwine1 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I miss you,
as an eager blank page,
I think about you,
every second, ache for you,
I'm letting too much die in my head,
unwritten, forgotten, born without air,
I know words that take seconds
to write,
can change everything,
and I hate every time
I let you down,
my dear sweat poem,
I lay forever's kiss
at your feet,
silent as all that matters.
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