I wanted that soft love,
the love that stays under the covers,
back when my favorite day was sunday,
because the dreams of laying next to each other was enough,
and now how cold it is to know,
that my love could never be
what I dreamed of what love was.
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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.
