Every single minute
Of every single day,
Every single thought I've thought of you
Leads my mind to your way.
But every single time it does,
It leaves me left astray
From all the thoughts I've ever thought
Even the ones that I've kept at bay.
Should I leave it all behind
Or would it be better if I stayed?
Or follow the thoughts that lead my mind
To where you are- come what may?
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
