what does one do when their heart runs away?
do they let it go,
do they break?
how does one chase after a fleeting beat?
does it wait?
does it sprint ?
for loving you is wondering.
my greatest mystery.
I have no clue when you'll come back
if at all
the thought
it plagues me.
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Poems From My Past
Puisiwrote this in 2017. I was going through a lot at 17. While my writing has changed immensely,to the point I cringe at this, it is the kind of cringe where you're smiling. if you happen to read this, 17 year old me says thank you.
