under these pretty skies,
i wait for you to come to me;
while the head knows you want to be set free,
the heart knows you are my only synonym of glee.i stand here knowing not what to do,
waiting for you for days or moving on in a few;
im in a dilemma because i don't want to leave,
but i also know you're not someone worth the keep.standing across pathways we look at each other,
knowing not how we turned from friends to foe to one another.
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Poesíahere's something dedicated to the poetry world, im no where near to even good in this field and also i am trying to nurture this! with which i hope you guys enjoy it out here. reviews would be appreciated. 🕊♥️