Every night, I take a stroll in the dark,
I walk and I walk even when my legs ache,
Even when I'm afraid it's too late,
I don't stop walking till I get there,
Till I get to the front of your home,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of you.
Everyday, every night, I hope to catch a glimpse of you.
9:45 am, seventeen November, 2022.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
