Its kind of funny
How youre right here
Across the room
Across from me
Right here
Doing your own thing
And im doing mine
But soon
This scene
It will change
You moving on
Growing up
Becoming you
And I
Ill be right here
Replaying this scene
Right here
Without you here
Across the room
Across from me.
I miss you already.
YOU ARE READING
Exposed
PoetryHere i am With my thoughts My doubts My feeling All layed out Right here Exposed.
