𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙
The clock strikes twelve
It is the time I feel the most alone.
The time I cry the most.
It is midnight.
The time I don't want to be alone
The time I wish for you to be by your side.
It's midnight.
The time your lips pressed against mine.
It's midnight
The time I felt as if I was floating on a cloud.
It's midnight.
I am alone again
I wish I wasn't.
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PoetryThis a book of some of my poems I hope you enjoy them.🖤