In the unsent text, my heart spills its ache,Words of love, unsaid, left in the wake.How deeply I loved, yet you'll never know,For time has moved on, and so must I go.Each keystroke a whisper of what could have been,A love unshared, a silent unseen.In the echo of silence, my feelings remain,Unsent, unheard, like tears in the rain.But memories linger, in the quiet of night,Of moments cherished, now out of sight.Though I can't send these words to your door,In my heart, they'll live forevermore.
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Call it love?
Poetry"Call it Love?" invites readers on a poignant journey through the complexities of human emotion and the intricate layers of relationships. This poetry collection explores the profound experiences of love and loss, resilience and vulnerability, woven...
