Our thing used to be late night, early morning talks on the phone. It used to be hour long visits and dragging me closer for those sweet kisses. The kisses that now haunt my heart at three a.m in the morning, the whispered "I love you's" said so quietly. For the fear that our fragile happiness would break if we screamed our love too loudly.
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Letters To A Deadman
Poetry
Last updated: Sep 30, 2019
Total word count: 571
Total reading time: 3 Minutes
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