Loving you comes at a high price,
That I pay each sleepless night,
In the form of dreaded thoughts
of how it would feel if you were here.
In my arms,
Listening to my heartbeat.
Breathing in my aura.
I want you here.
But your there.
With him.
In his arms,
With his heart beat.
Baby,
These are the nightmares,
That you and I created.
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A/N
Hey Guys! I'm sorry this is a shit poem, i'm literally running out of inspiration.
I think i need a holiday or some kind of external experience to highten my inspiration
so that i can produce better quality.
None of my poems are that great anyway, but yeh.
Love Pixie xx
