As I sit on my bed looking up at the ceiling, I wonder what you're doing or if you're having trouble sleeping like me. I wish there wasn't this 6-hour distance between us. I'd give anything to know what your smile looks like and what your laugh sounds like. I'd give anything to feel your arms around me just once, but there's this saddening distance between us that often makes me cry at night.
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
