I remember being young
Every afternoon spent at starbucks
Every night spent in each other's arms
Now you're gone, your only remains a bottle of lotion that once belonged to you
My heart, much like clay, turned from soft to hard
I'd much rather wake up to a crying child with you, covered in baby powder
Than wake up alone
Covered in my own detergent tears
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Poetrya collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
