Days follow the nights...
Times slips through my hands.
I am trying to stop it,
But it never ends.
I am calling your name,
And no one replies.
Why is it so hard to look into your eyes?
I want you to stay
And crave for your touch.
So I am whispering quietly:
I miss you.
So much.
27.04.2022
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