Darkness surrounds me, lights have already died.
The sheets on top of me no longer share their warmth.
Not a single sound left in this room.
Apart from the dripping tears that I have cried.
There's an empty frame on top of my desk.
No picture inside though
Not since a while ago
All is gone, all is done.
All these signs,
so clear,
swallowed up
by my biggest fear
I lost you
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Words I Never Speak
PoetryTW: Some poems handle mature topics. Be wary before reading please.