Holding my phone.
Reminiscing the day we've done
I have never forgotten
But instead I'd harken back.
Writing this poem
Bearing with my toothache
How terrible I am.
I'm dealing with both pain and lonesome.
Hear me out LOVE!
It aches like hell and it longed for.
Keep tellin' myself, "it's fine".
We'll be together very soon.
When that time comes
I will never be apart from you.
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Поэзия" Poetry is when an emotion has found it's thought And thought found words. " - Robert Frost
