I’m dying
Missing you,
The ghost at my fingertips.
Whispering to me
Like a shadow of a scent.
I’m dying missing you,
Someone who was never there,
Never meant to be.
My mind imagines the strangest things sometimes.
Like a person who was there and gone,
Like a shadow,
A scent,
Never to be mine.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 10:32 PM UTC
I’m dying
Missing you,
The ghost at my fingertips.
Whispering to me
Like a shadow of a scent.
I’m dying missing you,
Someone who was never there,
Never meant to be.
My mind imagines the strangest things sometimes.
Like a person who was there and gone,
Like a shadow,
A scent,
Never to be mine.
I imagined you here, so why can’t you just be with me?
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