After, I could not look at your face that I had so long watched
from a distance without tears welling up in my young eyes.
This was the first time that I had ever truly felt for someone.
After, I still feel sick to my stomach thinking about you how I
almost told you, almost confessed. I made vain wishes and
cried myself to sleep for nights after. Now I fear getting close
to anyone. I feel lost without you constantly on my mind.
Alone with only my thoughts. After, I was stranded. I lost a
piece of myself to you.
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This deserved an authors note. DO NOT expect much romance from me. That is not my usual medium. Thanks for reading!
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The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts
PoetryWhat does a lonely rock think as it sits all alone? What does the last dandelion do as it waits to be devoured? What happened in the house on the hill?
