I felt his scent on the sheets
A ghost speaking to me in fluent silence
I forgotten what he looks like
But I remembered his warmth
Basked under summer,
His shadow follows like a hopeless romantic
I don't mind his disappearance
But I am not new to this love
I looked for him, God knows I did
But he played me a few mind games
He is blue then next thing he wasn't
He told me he love me but he doesn't
Is it possible to be new on this love when I'm aren't?
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Mr. Poetry
PoesíaFor the Guy who don't know poetry mean so much for a girl That he decided to make one for her himself Doesn't matter if it looks boring or uncool at least he tried to share his true feelings hidden between the line. Started Nov 12,2017- Ended april...
