Poetry

Dear you

It’s 3am in my city, have been struggling to stay asleep but I’m trying. This feeling that you are near is excitingly overwhelming. I wonder if I am what you prayed for? If my fears and insecurities won’t make you rethink your interest.

It’s dark in this part of the world, trying to not dwell so much on things that will yield no fruit. I can sense your presence, sudden awakening looking for me. And I know not to worry about how and when you will make your appearance.

Dear you,

I wish to stare into your eyes and hold your hand, through everything life throws at us.

Dear you,

My soul misses you…

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