Poetism

Still

I wanna write. Detailed stories of how we’ve been. Of each word and unspoken dream. Honey, don’t you know my name? We walked the shores together, you looked into my eyes and caressed my hair. I love you so much I wanted to cry and I am thinking of you with your scent still in my hand. But why am I so sad?

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