![]() september 3rdA Poem by Moebia
today, I woke up
and I stretched my arms out and I breathed in the same stale, familiar air five months gone and my eyes don't water anymore, because I got to the part where I forgot and tonight, I laid down in the same crinkled sheets that smelled like stale dreams and torn smiles after finally unblocking your number I saw your name on my phone and I finally listened to the message you sent me in September and it was like you hadn't been gone a day in my heart im sorry for being so cold,
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Added on January 14, 2017 Last Updated on January 14, 2017 Author![]() MoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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