While he's somewhere else with his lover I'm sitting in front of an empty seat.
One that could have been filled by his presence but it seems rather far fetched as he is strictly available to another.
It's much more than just a thought that passes through my mind.
They have become hundreds in a matter of hours.
They are practically out of realism due to the boundaries that erase the fine lines between your taken heart.
"You could be my home", is one of the thoughts that seem to never leave my mind.
But I know I shouldn't covet this romance, for your love is forbidden to any person not being the taker.
And if I was to cross that line I would be breaking an entry.
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THE UNREQUITED WORDS OF A LOVER.
PoetryThe inner feelings of a nostalgic lover transformed into poems. "He was never mine, but losing him broke my heart." Cover by: @FadingLyrics
