Nostalgia
Wind blowing my hair; and
Your hands on my cheeks
The feeling of nostalgia creeps
As my cheeks lose some heatHow I wish I could touch your ghost.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
Day 2
Nostalgia
Wind blowing my hair; and
Your hands on my cheeks
The feeling of nostalgia creeps
As my cheeks lose some heatHow I wish I could touch your ghost.