Category : Poems

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Sometimes I use my imagination 
To get close to your chest.  
Wondering what it would be like,
If I were near to your breath.  

Sometimes I spend half the night 
Writing things I wish I had.
And I fall asleep with tears in my eyes, 
Waiting for a new day to start. 

 Sometimes I use memories to remind myself
 How beautiful we were together. 
And how far we are now, 
Looking forward to seeing each other. 

 Sometimes I cry not because I'm weak, 
I cry because there are tears of longing 
That my heart forces me to shed.
Sometimes I use my imagination 
To get close to your chest.