thoughts.

My number hasn’t changed
Just in case, you decide to call me one day
If you call, I will probably let it ring out.
Call you back once I gain my composure.
Pretend like I deleted your number out my phone.
While I ask, "who is this?"
Put on that front like I didn’t miss
you.
While my heart yearns for you.
Your soft kiss, your tender touch, your challenging mind.
I miss it all.
That day you stole my heart.
It still hasn't been returned.
I need it back.
So I can live again.
I need to kiss again. Touch again. Laugh again. Love again.
Please return it to its rightful owner.
I need a love thief who is deserving of my beautiful heart.

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