"im really missing your style
I haven't seen it in a while
and I don't want a pained imitation
it really isn't your style
and don't get me started on your laugh
i mean the real one, not the halfhearted impression
you've been putting on everyone else's behalf
i noticed you looked down
i hope you're okay
ill see you around"im looking forward to the day
i can see your pretty face
and not wonder what it was i did
to make you run away
to the day
we can be in the same place
and my heart won't beat fast"some days i wonder how much i truly mean
when i remember how much
you've meant to me, while being dirt to others
and once i grasp the idea of desire
cutting me thin as a wire
my heart calls me a liar
standing on the line
guess ill see you around
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Поэзияpoetry 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