You leave on Thursday,
it's Tuesday.
Conversation has been dry,
you barely respond,
and I only see your following count rising.
There's always this one girl at the top of your list,
who is she to you?
Do you tell her all the sweet nothings you tell me?
Or is she more special to you?
I would like to see you,
in the flesh,
before you move up north for the time being.
But I won't beg for your attention.
I won't beg to have to see you.
I won't beg to get a response out of you.
I'm done trying,
because it seems like you did a long time ago.
- K
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My mind, my heart, and my soul.
PoetryA series of poems written to express the things life likes to throw our way. Based on my current feelings, struggles and life goals. My pain, hurt, suffering, heartbreak, love, happiness and everything under the sun. I hope you can find some connect...
