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bright-eyed promises proved gossamer
nightly romance became missed calls
dandelion hopes flew by
thanksgiving wishbones failed
shooting stars betrayed
"miss you" backspaced
we can't love
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About the Creator
Daniel K
I write love poems about the girl who has a hold over my heart and my life in such a way that neither are my own anymore. The girl I would choose over and over and over again. I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything.


Comments (1)
Gosh all your Nonets are super relatable! All those long late night phone calls did become missed calls for me