It's funny, isn't it? The way you're always here with me. In the foggy mornings and the rainy evenings. You never leave me. Even at the cold nights, when there's agressive thunder in the air and hard raindrops crashing into the rooftop. You're still there, holding me tight while the storm is knocking on the door. We share the umbrella on rainy September mornings and run in flower-filled fields in June. You let me hold your hand and make me coffee in the morning. Even when I'm doing the dishes or cleaning, you'll be there keeping me with company. You bring me flowers and hug me tight before you leave for work. It's nice. Too bad that it's all in my head, and in reality you're just a ghost haunting my heart.
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Poetry collection
PoetryWelcome to the collection of my poetry and other writings that stumbles across my mind at 3 am.
