Is that what it’s called? ….#poetry

My adorable darling,
I think of you every night, every morning.
My heart doesn’t feel anything.
My darling, you are my charming.

I don’t feel like studying.
You fuel my feelings.
I see the teacher teaching,
but get lost in your dreams, dreaming.

My hobby is counting,
the first letter of your name while studying,
and decorating it while teaching.
Is that what it’s called? Missing.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to: W3-Poetry-Prompt

Thank you for reading.

Stay Blessed! 💞


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