I miss you
I stare at the blank screen,
a white canvas in between,
this emptiness is obscene.
With so much i’d like to tell,
this silent feels like hell.
How many letters i need to spell,
when eight aren’t doing well?
[written by B]
+Monday May 5 @ 01:37am
tagged as: B. poem.
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