By Damien Knight
How I miss good mornings
And when you text goodnight.
I thought you were Aniya
My lover my dearest light.
You are the one I loved so
The heart felt so strong.
Before you were my friend,
Is my desire wrong?
My dear bestfriend forever
It’s true what we once said.
And I always kept the greatest.
Heart just won’t reason with my head.
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