But since I don’t have you as mine,
I’ll have you in the words my quill bleeds.
I’ll have you in the notes I play.
I’ll have you in every syllable in my poetry.
But oh, how I wish you were mine.
© An Unknown Wanderer
But since I don’t have you as mine,
I’ll have you in the words my quill bleeds.
I’ll have you in the notes I play.
I’ll have you in every syllable in my poetry.
But oh, how I wish you were mine.
© An Unknown Wanderer
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Very well put!
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Thank you!💫
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