As if they only belong to me,
I pretend that nobody else can see them,
And make my own promises,
So that we stay together for a longer while.
Making myself a fool unknowingly,
When I know they don't even know,
I trace their patterns across the sky,
As I try making up stories to connect us.
Pretending that perhaps there is,
Just some kind of fate,
That might connect us way back,
In the past that I can't even remember.
It's funny and intresting and intriguing,
Watching the stars,
Tracing the stars across the sky.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
