You don't send me flowers
yet I lay awake for hours
thinking of you.
I want to give you love
the way that you gift it to me
But I don't know how to.
So I just wish upon a star
send you petals on a breeze
give you kisses in my dreams
And say in my own way
that I love you
Poetry, out there, somewhere, sharing the muse.
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People should read this.
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