feelings;
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the soft feel of his hand after not touching for so long.
the sound of rain and quiet music at night.
the feeling of sleep being oh, so far, until the morning bestows itself upon the city.
these things are easy to find,
but what's never easy is letting go over time.
you can never get over these simple things,
because in a heartless void, they give you feeling.
you've never felt any emotion,
so these are like gifts, to which you show devotion.
you need to feel something, or perhaps someone.
but love is game in which nobody's won.
so instead of trying to rid yourself of the past,
enjoy each feeling as much as the last.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
