I miss you
I miss your smell
I miss your smile
everything about you is something I hold deep inside
I know the last time I saw you I couldn't stand how you'd stayed the same
how you'd moved on from me
but you kept that same cringy personality
the one I used to have and the one i'd fell in love with
I could never forget you
forget us as a whole
the love we held
in October
the month we kissed
the month we didn't care
the month that held our love in the air
kept it close
just like we once were.
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Poetry
ПоэзияPoems I've written that I probably find heavily cringe and wish I never wrote them
