Three dots always, but never yours,
A thousand miles away and lost.
Dreaming of the day we'd meet you know,
Holding your hand like so.
But dreams are only for those who dream,
But I can never wake it seems.
As I stare longingly once again,
All I will ever be is a friend.
Stupidly waiting on you to pass my way,
Patiently waiting for that day.
Being me is both blessing and a curse,
At least I'm glad that I could write in verse.
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Grace ∞ (Falling Stars #2)
Poetry"It is by grace that you have been saved through faith." A series of poems about life and love, maturity and even a dash of luster from a fallen star.
