The nights are the hardest to get through my heart always longs for you and in my dreams my arms stretch out to you only when I wake up do I remember the hours difference between me and you and the longing to be in your arms
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
