The diary of my tears
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Last published Tue, May 6, 2025
I lie awake at night
And imagine running my fingers through your hair,
Feeling your strong arms
Around my waist,
Holding me close,
As if the world could fade away.
I would rest my head
Against your chest,
Listening to the rhythm
Of a heart I desire
to call my own.
In the quiet,
With only the stars to witness,
I would find a home
In your eyes, in your skin,
In your hold.
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