i miss our calls,
i miss hearing your voice thru the phone
just know,
i hear your voice when i'm laying in bed alone,
missing you
sometimes i wish,
i can turn to my side and you'll be there
you were apart of my little routine,
we'd call when i'd wake to,
after dinner,
and another call when i am all ready for bed
i miss you holding my cheeks when we'd kiss
you're breaking my heart
why did you have to leave?
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
