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Just a ceiling, empty and vast,
A blank canvas for my thoughts to cast.
Wishing the stars and moon would shine so bright,
You and I stargazing, holding each other tight.
Wishing for skies so free and wide,
So I could fly, no fears to hide,
Leaving my weight and sorrow behind.
Wishing, You and I under this empty ceiling,
Giggling, holding hands, cuddling, kissing.
But, unfortunate for me,
There is only me under this empty ceiling.
About the Creator
Piku - fragments_of_me🌻
I write when my heart is too full and my mind too restless. Words may not always come out perfect, but they are raw, real, and mine. Through poetry and prose, I try to capture what I feel, hoping someone, somewhere, might feel it too.
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