It's a gloomy night and the clouds envelope the sky,
Just perfect for a cup of coffee nearby,
As I type these words for you dear,
So it'll feel like I'm near,
I wish you are here as the wind blows,
Because I'm cold and I need you close,
The night looks down at me as I whisper,
By my window over the empty city,
I hope these words reach you,
These worn-out words for you,
Though I keep on repeating,
It's for you only,
On a starless sky,
Let me repeat that line,
I yield for you touch,
I miss you so much.
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this is for my lost connections.

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3 A.M. POEMS
Poetrypoems born from the chilly wind of three in the morning *also features some of my poems written when i was in college