I think about you
in the dead of night,
when I can’t sleep—
which is a lot of the time.
The shadows on the wall
paint memories of us,
the moon shining
on a melancholy heart.
This room is too big
when you’re not in it.
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Author:
freyaaa (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Missing someone is the theme of this poem. Nicely written
Thank you so much
You are most welcome
Freyaaa, this is quietly heartbreaking…there’s a stillness here that makes the absence feel even larger. It just sits with you. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for the kind words
My dear Santa clause whimsy princess this is so amazing and so real and definitely a plus to my daily life you beautiful soul yet again came and gave us another beautiful gift for the soul
O greatly appreciate these kind words my glorious poetic glaze king
You are welcome my wonderful whimsy princess
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