It's the idea.
The idea of being loved.
Being loved much so that it feels like their heart is going to explode.
Little mistakes that, finally, someone sees as a human thing.
The twinkle in their eyes.
The softness of their laugh.
The warmth in their embrace.
What I would give to feel it again.
The fire in your chest when they're away.
The sadness you feel.
The overwhelming crushing feeling.
If only we weren't so far.
Then maybe I could finally sleep peacefully.
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Poems
Poetrya collection of orginal poems for all to enjoy TW: talks about deppresion and death
