| April 6, 2016 | 10:31 pм |
ι'м ιn paιn.
and yoυ ĸnow тнaт.
yoυ don'т care.
yoυ never dιd, dιd yoυ?
dιd yoυ even тнιnĸ oғ мe?
dιd ι ever croѕѕ yoυr мιnd wнen yoυ looĸed aт ѕoмeтнιng?
Waѕ ι тнe only one тнaт ғelт вroĸen wнen yoυ were ѕмιlιng?
Juѕт lιĸe every oтнer lover,
Iм ιn paιn wιтн тнeѕe тнoυgнтѕ ιn мy нead and тearѕ rollιng down мy cнeeĸ.
And jυѕт lιĸe every oтнer perѕon ιn paιn, ι'м a poeт.
вecaυѕe тнeѕe laтe nιgнт тнoυgнтѕ тнaт тaυnт мe wнιle yoυ're ѕleepιng;
ιт can'т вe eхpreѕѕed ιn wordѕ ѕo ι wrιтe.
тнe worѕт тнιng ιѕ тнaт wrιтιng ιѕn'т enoυgн;
jυѕт lιĸe I waѕn'т enoυgн ғor yoυ.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry| ѕтarтed: aprιl 1, 2016 | Book One | Nate, Nothing can really compare to those days we shared. The way your eyes met mine and the way I fell. Slow yet quickly. It was slow as I hadn't noticed I was falling for awhile... But when I did notice everyt...
