Your scent lingers in the air. It's been long since you've been here.
Your voice echoes through the empty hall, it use to. But now that hall is crowded by your memories, I can't forget.
Your angelic smile has been the thought I'm having lately. Close doors denied to open, for me you became the room.
Moonlight, lights up the room, painfully it's getting brighter. Soon I saw the sun rose to the highest. You, my moon were gone.
I'm a homeless being. With a hopeless life, a broken heart, a crowded mind. I feel your touch on my skin when I close my eyes. But I don't see you when I open them.
You were the sky and I was the ground. We were made for each other, somehow we weren't meant to be.
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Poesiea broken heart can feel what the broken soul writes. I am not a slave of words. I am the Queen of words. I write to feel and to be felt. some may not be good or at all readable.
