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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Comments1
Missing someone is the theme of this poem. Nicely written
Thank you so much
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