p l e a s e , c o m e b a c k
i will write
hundreds and thousands
of poems
with rusted words,
dusted letters,
and littered verses,
with present dates
and vivid time
so i could track
how long myself
will be dimwitted
of relentlessly
craving for your presence
until my hands get numb
for longing you endlessly
because you will always,
and always be
my last sanctuary
103119 14:41
YOU ARE READING
please, come back
Poetry𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏. [i will not stop writing this until you come back.]
