A ping on my phone broke my melancholic reverie,
And rushed me back to reality.
It was 3:30 in the morning,
I realised I spend hours lost in thoughts;
Like the night before and the nights before that...
Thinking about you, of you and the memories I wish we would make, should've made and yet to make.
-LomlomMizo
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Her Melancholic Reverie
PoetryIf you're here to read something profound, i can assure you you'd be disappointed! These are just tales, a terribly tiny tales at that; written by an imperfect creation, walking on earth hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield! I hope you en...
