As I travel through the world; I can't help but feel a dark void.
I try to fill it with adventure, but the need to see you it so ungrateful.
My eyes yearn for that look.
Although I'm over you, I'm not over the way I used to look at you.
I miss those hazelnut threads. And it has never bothered me when you cover them up.
Now I sit here, in the most romantic city in the world. Wishing you were here with me; as we drink our cappuccino and enjoy the view.
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Unconscious Soul
PoetryDiary of an insomniac... And falling In love for the first time... This secret place I built is poetry from deep inside my soul. I love bearing my raw self here, without the fear of being judged; only understood. It's not live, laugh, love. It's fa...
