I've got seasonal depression instead of seasonal sickness.
Maybe, it's both.
Couldn't depression be a sickness?
I think it could, can, and is.
I want you so badly.
The voices in my head telling me to stop,
yet, my heart beats faster than it's ever before.
Every time i touch you..
You and me are Yuan-fen.
People destined to love, each other.
But why can't you see that?
Why is it always me who feels and you who notices.
Why can't you notice and move?
I keep wishing i let you go,
Took pity on myself at the time and used that to help me get out of bed.
And i cant, because im foolish, and i cant because im dumb.
Closure in this case only makes the feeling stronger,
I keep getting too close, because i keep pushing you away.
When rather i should be embracing and being embraced,
By my own feelings.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
