It was a cold and rainy September evening
The boudoir's illusion began to seep
You gave me your coat to cherish
But your heart wasn't mine to keep
Some days I like to forget you exist
Some, I sit in silence and remember your lips
Whispering sweet nothings to my ear
Words now I do not wish to hear
In quiet moments I find myself
Longing for a small amount of your presence
Yet even if I do, I know you won't find me
And tell me once more that I'm your life's essence
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09/10/2022
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Love Untold
PoetryA collection of stuff I wrote about love and other things. Happy reading!! much love, Amarynthe L.
