I ask about him once and awhile.
Not because I'm still in love with him.
Not because I think he's still in love with me.
I ask to know the person I once cared for is being cared for.
Maybe a piece of me still loves him.
Maybe I still wish he loved me.
Maybe I ask to see if he's not over me yet.
But I ask because I want to know.
I ask because I hope he would do the same for me.
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The Way I Think
ПоезіяWhy do we keep the thoughts in our heads when we should share them? Is it because they hurt, or maybe they will hurt others. These are just a couple of ways i think. WARNING: There might be sexual content, vulger language and other things that may...
