I miss the old times we had
I miss the little fights we had and the long calls that came after.
I miss your stories, the ones that made my ribs hurt.
I miss your smile, the one which made butterflies riot in my stomach.
I miss you, I miss us
I miss the times we had good and bad.
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Finding My Voice
Poetry🦄 Art is subjective. I love writing, reading and sharing. My biggest regret would be me not sharing. I write for my sake and no one else. I hope you enjoy this collection and if not, I hope you find something you like somewhere else, but don't f...
