I wish you were here to hold me,
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear and run your hands through my tangled locks.
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Unfinished Poems
PoetrySometimes I write in the early morning hours. When everyone else is sleeping and I'm the only one up, inspiration sparks.
4/4/22
I wish you were here to hold me,
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear and run your hands through my tangled locks.
