Curled up upon comfy purple
sheets, listening to the rain's
song. Tapping lightly at my
closed window. Not yet ready
to rest.
Playing with a piece of my black
hair. As my brown eyes stare
at the ceiling. Thinking about our
lovely past. Such peaceful
thoughts I think tonight.
Climbing out of bed to crack
my window. Standing close
enough for the midnight breeze
to tickle my plump cheeks
bringing upon his favorite smile.
Picking up his photograph that
rest underneath my pillow.
Remembering the heat from his
touch and the pain from his
betrayal. Tears find me now.
Curled up upon lonely purple
sheets. Listening to my faint
heartbeat, tearing quickly
inside my body. Not yet ready
to forget.
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