when I can't go
back to you,
I can't feel
anymore dead,
instead of you
pulling me close,
you pull back our past,
you run away and
my heart just breaks.
don't you remember
our eyes
when we were on
that boat for both?
I wonder if you want
that memory back,
I'm maybe sad I want us back there.
when I pass the streets,
and the trees,
I wonder how happy I could be,
if we cross them together,
talking about our dreams,
god, how happy it seems,
when you crack a smile gently,
can't you use
your deep
thoughts on me?
can't you see
what we could be?
I use my
hunger and craves over you.
I'm hopeless
for your love, what can I do?
and I won't lie, I've got no rule.
if I were in the crowd,
id only listen to you,
like a singer on a stage.
and if I felt like
crying to touch you
over there, or hold your hand,
darling there's no one to blame, were just falling in that love.
you'll be the ocean to my wave.
for ever and everyday.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoésieThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
