November 27, 2022
I think of the moments where I couldn't wait for the future with you.
Where you were concentrated on something else and all I could do was admire your face and daydream.
Imaging my life exactly like this for years to come, a smile on my face at such a thing.
I imagined so many other things, like if one day you'd get down on one knee and the way your last name would sound.
My heart drops when I know that I'll never be in that spot again, lounging in that lawn chair, staring at you while dreaming of our potential life together.
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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...
