so fascinated with mysteries
i told you how it was always my habit
staying up late and thinking about strange things
i guess you've grown tired
you never said anything
you just stopped listening
my wandering soul left this old city
along with your memory
for your heart refused to go wherever mine wants to
i knew then that i'll be losing you
no,
i've already lost you
for our hearts may have met
but our souls never really knew each other
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Skyless constellations
Poetrya compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare
