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 time difference between us 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
