Dear Amelia,
I miss the way you feel beside me at three in the morning. How my sheets would rise and fall with every breath of yours. The world's not the same without you here. There's a rift in the universe, a fault that can't be fixed by only myself.
Where are you? Where did you go?
Do you think about me still?
Please don't forget me, I couldn't bear that.
Landon
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Landon, Empty
Poetry“How can I be reasonable? To me, our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.” -W. Somerset Maugham (c) mockingjayde 2013
