The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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@Uootem

Laying on my bed,
at the end of my day
hands behind my head
eyes wide open,
legs crossed under the covers...

Your image appears before me.
a reoccurring dream
that haunts me even in my waking
what can I do,
to stop the phantom,
that follows me,
like a shadow...
the ghost of a lost love.

I try to ignore it,
this memory of you
but the vision of your smile,
It's too powerful....
Day and night enfold,
my thoughts always the same
to reveal you to me eternally.