it was never
the loneliness
that has walked with me
and lingered bitterly
over the time
it was the kind of love I'd miss
that'll stick around
even if it's not illimitably meant to stay
it's selfish, indeed,
to want to have
the same kind of thundery storms
that warms the only one's desire
for that,
I hope I won't go about
and ask for fool's love
I had once riskily lived before you
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.