Exhausted love
I called you home with every breath, But silence came, as still as death. No echoes left, no more to prove — I’m tired of waiting for hearts that don’t move.
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I called you home with every breath, But silence came, as still as death. No echoes left, no more to prove — I’m tired of waiting for hearts that don’t move.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets