Goodbye,
This empty bed that I sleep in. It is cold on your side, your warmth no longer is present. I'm alone, drowning in my own thoughts. Where did you go? I guess you were just a figment of my imagination. An empty thought, filling me with warmth in hope's to have a person lying next to me in bed.
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YOU ARE READING
Hello, Goodbye
PoésieThese are notes to the ones I saw, but never spoke to. To the ones I lost and never found- to all the ones who need this. To all the ones who feel the same way as I do. This is for you, not me.
