Starving on memories, slumbering in restless tides,
Each corner whispers her name, where longing resides.
In every shadow, every fleeting sigh,
Chasing her ghost, though knowing not why.
Emails like whispers in the wind, a digital plea,
Yearning for her touch, like a leaf for the tree.
Her actions, a tempest that tore love apart,
Yet unable to sculpt grief into a hardened heart.
Her absence, a phantom that dances in the night,
No solace in daylight, no comfort in sight.
Craving her presence, a thirst unquenched,
Lost in a yearning where reason is drenched.
Casting her away, for the pain she bestows,
Yet love, like a river, endlessly flows.
Unfair as it is, feelings won't wane,
Still dreaming of her, despite the pain.
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My Poems
Poetrypoetry is my coping mechanism not all of the poems written here are inspired by events that personally happened to me, some of them just suddenly pop into my mind lmao im weird ik
