standing in the crowded and packed lobby
remembering wonders i once saw for the first time
standing next to someone who's changed so much
wishing i could just clutch him in my arms,
thanking him for such a happy and comforting time
and so proud of him for being here, even just today
comparing him to how he used to be
reminds me of the steps ive taken
and the days ive spent toiling
it tells me how much i may have left
but to be proud of all the steps you take
even if it wasn't so utterly fun to go to a museum
it was fun to be around you, confide in your presence
and sharing feelings and moods,
even if not to the same degree
i don't exactly need to make it up to you
but i want to, and make it so special for you
because not only are you so much more my style
and so much more my energy,
you're the person i trust with all of my confidence
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
