Someday I miss all the people.
The people I grew up with.
Even though.
They were the reason I left.
To a place where no one knew me.
A place were no one would go.
I place to not be me.
Where I could be no one.
Some day I still miss them.
The conversation we had.
Moments laughing.
I wonder how they've been.
I begin to reminisce.
The boys and girls I never kissed.
Those who flirted that I missed.
Friendships and relationships.
What a mess.
All the things I did.
The chances that slipped.
I wonder what you think about.
When you reminisce.
-BM
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Late night poet - A Fantasy Realm
PoetryA Fantasy Realm - Part Five. Our sweet little poet is lost in a daydream, falling down rabbit holes, a clash with fame, the story goes on. - I hope you have been enjoying the "Late night poet" collection.
