Our eyes met
And our souls spoke
Like old friends after months apart
And a part of me finally gave in
Knowing the hallow ache left inside
All this time
Was the absent presence
of you
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
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Our eyes met
And our souls spoke
Like old friends after months apart
And a part of me finally gave in
Knowing the hallow ache left inside
All this time
Was the absent presence
of you
