Title: 4 AM. Author: littlewordsmith
Tossing and turning in this lonely bed of mine My heart is heavy with the ache of missing you. I crave your delicate words like I crave coffee in the morning. My soul feels vacant without your lingering presence. Time is ticking my life away as my thoughts echo your name. My eyes bleed out the bitterness I've latterly sensed towards you. I'm still writing about you and you haven't read a word. Comments on "4 AM."
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