time doesn't really heal anything.
that theory is bullshit.
one just starts learning how to live with it.
and just as I think,
i'm finally able to deal with it better,
he walks in through the door in a red shirt,
wearing my favorite perfume.
and my mind starts spiralling once again,
it never gets better, does it?
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
