Calling

Your name is calling to me,
Like the rain pouring on my windowsill.
At 2am, 
As I lie here, restless,
but with tired eyes.
Reliving the past, I so 
profoundly wish I could’ve
changed.
Oh, the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,
Butterfly kisses, at 2am. 
Just as we lay there, restless.
With tired eyes, 
we visioned our future.
As the rain poured on our windowsill.

 

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Love ❤ ❤

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