Soft words-more lies
say my name, I feel butterflies.
Dusky dawns-bright pink skies
Torn letters and sore eyes,
Cold goodbyes- fragile ties,
Behind the curtains, teary eyes.
Cold nights-heavy sighs,
Fading memories and fire flies.
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Poetryit's a collection of poems and proses I write on different episodes of my feelings
