Between lilac buds
violets and bluebells
I sip on rose wine to
the thought of you, my
love.
It is strange being stuck
in isolation where each
phone call although close
feels distant.
The wind all around
me draws lines in the
sand, so far from you.
Trapping me inside, but
how could you notice,
with your eyes glued
on mine, you'll cross
them anytime.
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Sad Girl
PoesiaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
