Days follow the nights...

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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