im supposed to bloom, yet you aren't here
missing my moon and stars.
Apr 20, 2026 · 1 min read
i decay with the season
so i may bloom in your presence
i'd follow you without reason
your touch evanescence
an echo in hollow ache
my heart calls out for you
a cold, empty night
a flame only you can give life
distance in desolate
temporarily kept away
yet you live buried in my skin
memories whispering at night
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