I sleep alone at night,
Not by choice.
By day, memories of you haunt me.
The back of your neck,
Your innocence, your love, your creativity.
By night, we’re still together holding hands,
Flying through the sky.
I kiss the back of your neck,
My muse, our love still conquers all.
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By Rudolph Lingens4 years ago in Poets
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