{somnambulist: someone who sleepwalks}
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the memories we shared.
the laughs and the special moments.
but soon you got bored,
and left me,
leaving me to pick up the broken pieces of my heart.
then someone special arrived.
cherished and protected me,
and fixed up my heart.
and somehow,
giving theirs in the process.
but i didn't love them back.
after my soul healed,
I chased after the same person,
who would break my heart
over and over again,
while the perfect person
was left behind.
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wow! kinda love this one. rewrote this a fair bit before I got the perfect one. do you guys relate to this? let me know in the comments!
- senuri x
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Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
