40 nights
After 40 nights, we end things.
I am doing fine, but losing you was quite heavy on my heart.
I can't cut you off or pretend there are no strings attached.
Why do I have to lose you, my art?
Where art thou?
I know you really tried to go with the flow.
I do not love you, but your absence makes me feel blue.
Why do we need to lose "us" so we can grow?
I'm tired of convincing myself that I only like you.
You are really out of my league.
Frances, do I really need to leave?
I never mention names when I write; I know people and feelings will eventually change, and I can't keep a piece for a long time.
But you pushed me to stand on my own two feet.
You are not just different; you are more than just a short time.
Is it just a coincidence, or were we destined to meet?
40 days that are full of me and 40 nights that are full of you
For just a few days, I tripped.
Girl, you remind me of the sky's hues.
I can't go away, even if I'm not trapped.
Crap, how can I get over you?
Your laugh is still lingering in my room.
I've seen your eyes a few times, and I can't forget them.
I know, I am doomed!
Frances, you are more than just a dream.
(Your presence keeps me warm; your words and actions have never caused me harm.)
YOU ARE READING
Expressing sentiments
PoesíaRecords of my very own thoughts, stories, poems, etc. that had been piling up on my notes for far too long. If you don't have anything to do, you can read FF. sentiments for fun. I made this to serve as a storage space or a destination for everythin...
