Dec 2014
I find myself, once again
Looking on these pure white sheets
Trying to write poem of you and me
Of me and . . . me
I know, these are nothing but words
That holds the longing of my heart
Of you, whom that breaks me apart.
Looking on these pure white sheets
Trying to write poem of you and me
Of me and . . . me
I know, these are nothing but words
That holds the longing of my heart
Of you, whom that breaks me apart.
I don't really know. Is it right to miss someone you don't know?
(21/F)
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