In these pages, you'll find poetry that lingers like the scent of smoke, capturing the allure of secrets kept close to the heart. The night becomes a lover, the alley a refuge, and each word a step into the beautiful, melancholic dance of souls year...
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I wish I could have bared more of my soul to you, I wish I could have bared more of my soul to you, torn open the chambers where my secrets hid. I crave the stolen hours we never held, the fractured moments lost to fate's cruel hand.
I wonder, do you watch from shadows deep? I yearn for you to haunt me, a ghost in every whispered breath, lingering in the empty halls of night, etching echoes into my dreams.
For even a wraith of you would be enough, better than the hollow ache of your absence, better than the savage truth that tore us apart, that pried you from my grasp, leaving me here, to stumble through life's darkness, never confessing it was always you— the only one I wanted.
