I don't know why, these conversations are the secrets that I keep.
or the fact that all I want is your body beside me in this bed at night.
or why your words have such an effect on me.
I've fallen for this thought of what you might be like,
and what secrets I keep about you.
But what if, I discover I hate the true you?
What would I do then
but then maybe I'm just one
out of forty-four
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)