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Windy days like this,
It reminds me of those moments.
Rounds of Charades.
You trying to guess what I'm trying to be,
while I try not to be obvious about how I feel.
Quietly sitting in your room,
both of us absentmindedly looking at the computer screen.
You play games while I try to stop playing the moments when we sang together in my head.
Games of Spoons,
passing you the cards.
Trying so hard not to feel the rush with you by my side.
Me sitting out in your backyard,
hoping that you'd come out and sit next to me.
Hoping you'd undo the giant wound you tattooed on top of my other scars.
Windy days like this,
It reminds me of the dancing leaves while I sit there.
Windy days like those
makes me wish I hated them now.
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ŞiirCollection of literature by one author. - All written by me - Update whenever I can. Warning: This might be an endless journey.
