📚🖤Call him if you want virtual love .....🖤📖
🌹🖤I think of you, I am writing to you
my hand trembles
but my poems
they bloom in yours
look and from yours
Smile, I am writing to you and
I feel you but I don't see you
I dream of you but I can't
touch or feel yours
perfume, melancholy
it burns me and you like a cloud
dense falling rain
on my wounds.
I stop writing, mine
tears precede the words
and the verses become wounds
and shed tears
I invent a sea for
navigate in my silence.
I run to escape from me,
I lose myself but I find
you inside of me, I think of you
and now I write to you, love not
it is explained, love is lived
even between the lines ...🖤💝💗💕💘💓💞💖
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