Old, it's getting old;
This silly game that I thought would last forever;
Is shriveling,
I can feel that my heart is catching up to my mind, I suppose it's for the best;
Me? I don't think I matter too much;
My delusions are nothing but heartfelt images that make me feel like I am walking upon clouds;
I'll be honest, I hope your happy;
You are not to blame for my tears I swear! I'm happy!;
Even if it's not me on sitting in that chair, even if it's not me to welcome you good mornings
Even if it's not me driving you to work;
Even if it's not me to kiss your lips good night;
Even though I wouldn't be able to bring you that happy pleasure, the way you make me;
I hope your happy;
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A short break from possesion
PoetryA place where I place my thoughts, a poetic diary! I'm not original! But I have feelings I want to express!