Lying awake late at night,
reminiscing about us,
staring at the ceiling,
trying to forget about it all.
Hugging my blanket tightly,
trying not to cry,
dialing your number,
wishing to hear your voice again.
After all this time of convincing
myself that I hate you,
there's no more need to.
C.
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Subconscious Mind
PoetryMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
