I wish heaven had visiting hours. I feel like our time was cut short and I'd do anything to have one last deep conversation. I don't remember what your voice sounds like anymore. I've forgotten the taste of your food. The memories of your smile and laughter seem to have faded from my memory and left a deep sadness inside my heart
. -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
