Suffering with the ache in my chest
Over the future doubt of us
Under the weather can't describe it
Lingering thoughts are drowning me
Maybe it's a sign of what to come
Aching for you yet it's not enough
Tender words no longer between us
Echoed fragments of what we used to be
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hey. great poem. loved it! i would be honored if you would check out my poems...p.s cool pic! i lov loki
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