Across the miles, I feel the ache,
A pull within, a longing wake.
I see the stars that light your night,
And wonder if you feel my fight.
My heart is bound to distant shores,
In whispers soft, in silent roars.
I wait in shadows, lost in dreams,
Where you and I are more than it seems.
The clock ticks slow, the hours blend,
As I wait for you to break and bend—
To speak the words, to bridge the space,
And ask me, finally, to take my place.
You, the one whose name I trace,
A secret whispered in time and grace.
I know you feel it, too, don't hide,
The distance fades when hearts collide.
Just say the words, and let me fall,
For you alone could end it all.
The longing and the quiet fight,
The waiting turns to sweet delight.
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Laylalyssa:
its lovely
addison123456:
@laylalyssa wrote:
its lovely
thank you I appreciate it.
DonaldTrumpofQC:
I love it. Keep on writing, Addy<3
addison123456:
@donaldtrumpofqc wrote:
I love it. Keep on writing, Addy<3
thank you Gabe always. I'll forever write.
theydontknowally:
GIRLLL this is amazing !! like it speaks to you or something. I fr love it smm
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addison123456:
@theydontknowally wrote:
GIRLLL this is amazing !! like it speaks to you or something. I fr love it smm
yeahs', its about jus wanting them to tell you how they feel
Sleep:
I like how delicate the wording is
addison123456:
@sleep wrote:
I like how delicate the wording is
thank you. its dedicated to someone who will soon know I love em
kristen000021:
Good job
euphoriiic:
coolio
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BlkOps77:
Nice
fwval:
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SaltySuga:
Www
BoldBrandon:
It’s like a Hallmark card threw up its feelings all over this poem like straight up trash
ufo:
It's awesome. Great Job
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addison123456:
@boldbrandon wrote:
It’s like a Hallmark card threw up its feelings all over this poem like straight up trash