Lying in my bed, thinking of something.
Something, or rather someone, who’s been in my mind for quite so many times.
No. No. I don’t think this will be worth my time.
I’d rather just stay this way than get hurt all over again.
Feeling so close, yet we don’t know each other’s pain.
Doesn’t know what the future will bring.
Unsure of everything.
You’re the reason i wrote again a poem,
This is a gift, a valuable talent God has given me.
Inspiration is the key.
An Imaginary person is what i see.
Thanks to you.
I think you already have a clue.
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