One day, when this is over,
I will look back and tell myself that
I should've listened to my own advice
It could have prevented all the
heartthrob, heartbreak, and inevitable disasters.
Yet right now,
I seem like a paperclip
Attracted and attached to your magnet
(My advice is pretty much all my advice for others and my ugly feelings or maybe good ones too. Let's just say, one cannot see clearly through one's situation. I can't tell whether I should go on and achieve or to back off and sacrifice.)
Love is a misadventure, but a beautiful one too. Inspired by my book of poetry called "Love and Misadventures" search it up. it's really good :DD
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoetryWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
