My heart never left your side,
Even when we parted, it wasn't inside.
My heart never left the town I grew in,
Even when I drove away on a road so thin.
My heart never left the lands of stories,
Even when they were exchanged for my own memories.
My heart never leaves the things that I come to love,
But I suppose that means I don't have any left.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
