Yet Again
I was fine.
You slipped in and out of my mind,
it didn't effect me.
But then,
yet again,
driving home
mildly stoned
and there you are
driving in her car.
And suddenly
I can't breathe.
I want it;
you and me,
but that just can't be
you never choose me.
V. Green
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Dreams And Things
PoetryThoughts. Emotions. Dreams. Ideas. Needs. Words, wanting an escape. (but forever trapped in an endless loop)
