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 AuthorMoebiaSomebody'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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