I look outside the window.
I see you.
But not physically.
I eat and see you.
I see memories of us.
Of that night.
I walk through the city and i can't stop thinking about, how we walked here once.
I can't overlook you in everything.
Tell me, do you see me, too?
Do you walk down the street, thinking about me?
Or are you just walking along?
Don't you miss me?
Because, the hell, i miss you so much.
We don't have many memories, but the once we do have, are always in my mind.
You are everywhere i go.
Everywhere i look.
But please tell me you are going trough the same.
Don't you miss me?
Don't you?
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thoughts about him
RandomI am a overthinker, i think much, way too much. Most of the time right now i overthink what i do and what he is doing. So i thought i should write that down. So here are just some thoughts about this boy. It's in form of poetry slam. They are all co...
