Can't look at you the same
My mind is tired of you
I watch you go to the night street
Never came back but
I still hear your footsteps
Running up on that hill
Not sure what you looking for
But it's definitely not me
You probably will forget
All of my stackable tapestry
The one that you shred
It's still not recovering
I'll think about that later
Thank you for passing through
I'll sew my tapestry
Just in case you came back
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I Read Something Along The Way (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryCollection of short poems about a gay characters struggling inside the complicated feelings of love, heartbreak and revelation. Written in short lines and 11 chapters, this collection reveals the uncertainty of life that comes within love and sexual...
