I stand here at the edge of dreams,
Where leaving isn't what it seems.
This place I love, it calls to stay,
But something pulls me far away.
The streets I know, the skies I've seen,
The moments where my heart has been—
They linger, heavy, bittersweet,
And yet I feel my restless feet.
A better chance, a brighter sky,
A future that I can't deny.
But leaving hurts, it stings, it breaks,
For every step, a heartache makes.
I say goodbye to what I've known,
To chase a path that's all my own.
And though I leave, I take with me
The love this place has given free.
One day, perhaps, I'll circle back,
And find the joy I seem to lack.
But now I go, with tearful eyes,
To seek my place beneath new skies.
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She's antiromantique
PoesíaShe was heartbroken, instead of the revenge she wrote, she wrote like no one else ever did, every feeling, every sense of discomfort, every thought, was written down, in every book corner, every piece of paper, every napkin, knowing that all of them...
