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Love Poetry

I'm Not

I'm not sleeping
I'm retreating
Into a world of
My own making

I'm not dreaming
I'm reliving
Things that I have
Been forsaking

I'm not grieving
I'm relieving
My old heart of
Its restraining

I'm not breathing
I'm inhaling
The scent of you that
I've been saving

I'm not waving
But I'm drowning
In memories
That fade away

And I'm not seeing
But I'm believing
We will meet
Again one day

Love Poetry