You pointed to the north
I pointed to the south
our connection was broken
before we even set foot on the road.
Sometimes I miss the little things;
the way you wrinkled your nose
when you watched me eating pickles
because you couldn't stand the smell.
You said that we need time
I said that we need therapy
our love was running down
before the pre-planned family vacation.
Sometimes I miss the simple things;
the days when you took the trash out
when you needed a break from writing
because you couldn't find the words.
It's like they'd say:
love comes and goes
in unexpected times
I'm trying to accept that
and I'll miss you
till the end of time.
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A/N: Kuna mul on eesti keelsete juttudega väike kirjutajablokk tekkinud, siis proovin luuletuste lainele minna ja sain sellise iludusega hakkama. KC ongi mulle suur peavalu praegu, seega ma üritan oma uitmõtteid luuletuste näol väljutada. Ehk läheb õnneks. Seniks aga soovin teile imeilusat juulikuud ja jätkuvaid sumedaid suveõhtuid, mis tooks teile naeratuse suule ja paisutaks tänulikkuse tunnet. Ärge unustage, et väikestes asjades peitub ka võlu!
Näeme teiselpool piiri,
M.
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PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
