I am the show and you are my crowd,
I am the cold wintry night and you are the shroud.
I am a feather, you are the wind in which I fly,
I am a road, you're the traveller who passes by.
I don't know where you are,
Close enough? Or very far?
I want you around me, I don't know why or how,
But I want you here, near me, right now.
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YOU ARE READING
Limerence
Poetry''They were no more together. But she lived in him forever. '' #3 in poetry (29/08/2016)
