In the quiet night‚ I wonder why‚
he's always there‚ in my dreams nearby.
a mystery unsolved‚ a puzzle untold‚
why does he haunt my thoughts‚ so bold?
but until then‚ I'll hold onto the seams‚
wondering if you'll ever be more than my dreams.
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His Strings Sing, Her Heart Ache
PoesieIt was a quiet kind of love. I never imagined I'd fall for the guitar guy, but somehow, I did. It wasn't something I planned, and I still don't know if the feeling was mutual. All I know is that it grew slowly and silently, and he became an unexpect...
