2022
I can still hear the laughter in my ears, as if I was still bringing you joy.
I can still hear the sweet nothings being whispered, as if you still believed them.
I can still hear the sound of your vehicle, as if I was still seated in it beside you.
I can still hear the music, as if your hands were still clinging to my body.
I can still hear the promises bouncing in my head, as if they hadn't already been broken.
I can still hear everything, as if time hadn't been passing.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
