Goodbye
.
.
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Hey, I miss you.
What are you doing right now?
I always think about you.
Do you still think of me too?
I miss having you by my side and holding on to you so tight.
But baby, you left me when I was in my deep slumber that faithful night.
I wish you hadn't left.
But you did.
And I didn't even got the chance to say goodbye.
Because when I woke, you were already up in the sky.
"I love you, my dear."
I whispered into the wind,
Hoping somehow you will hear.
YOU ARE READING
deep scars//
Poetry"poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - robert frost
