Nine shitty poems.

Remembers seeing you out there

Under bright moonlight

Remembers wanting to be who

Was holding your waist so tight

Who had your eyes locked in his sights

Yeah I remember meeting you formal

A few months after fleeting moments

Not a soul was holding on to you

You were holding on to your own

With promises of a second meeting

We parted, going our own ways

That meeting never happened

It was like nothing ever happened

Until today

I saw you in my sleep

You were calling out to me

I was reaching out to you

You were falling into my arms

And here we are awake

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