the bare streets speak,
of simpler days,
when you went away,
and my good days went grey.
my bed is now empty,
missing how you touch me so gently.
the words that i speak,
will never be enough,
but you cannot be missing me,
for i am a diamond in the rough.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!