Every day I write you letters, not knowing your name or face.
Every day I dream you in colors, not knowing your shape or shade.
Every day I appreciate you for your soul, not knowing your heart or mind.
Every day I imagine you beside me, not knowing your touch or taste.
Every day I curse myself, knowing you may never know me.
Every day I feel a void, not knowing how to fill it.
Every day I look for you, not knowing where to find you.
Every day I find myself lost, not knowing where I belong.
Every day I freshen my wounds, not knowing how to heal them.
Every day I pretend to be normal, not knowing what normal is.
Every day I cry for you, not knowing if you care.
Every day I wonder if you exist, if you know me as much as I know you.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2024 09:34
- Category: Love
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