Wish it wasn't real
Wish you didn't exist
But you did
And I will breath the weight of you
Just like the last time
I was doing good
But the ghost of you followed me
Up to this hill
Saw you on that tree
Stomping your feet against the ground
I will close my ears
But the sounds would not go away
Sorry for the pouring rain
I can't control the weather for you
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Everyone Wants To Be Venus (Part 2) Mini Poetry Collection
PoetryThe journey and the pain continues, after the first installment "I Read Something Along The Way" the main character found himself within the limbo of uncertainty and painful walk up to the hill. The tragic unrequited queer love that he has to endure...
