I watched us drift away, going back to the places where we will never find each other. Going back to the selves we were before we met. It's sad to see us like this, slowly separating as our time together became shorter. I know we'll soon become strangers. Yet, I still want this to continue. I don't know how, but I know why. Because I still long for your sweet words, your amazing laugh and your blushing face. I still desire to talk to you about so many things that will undoubtedly bore you to death, though, I find it reassuring that you'll still spend your time with me. Knowing I'll never talk to you again like we did before hurts me... It makes me cry at the thought of it alone. For how will I ever replace the large void you left inside my heart?
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The Battlefield Within Me & Out
Poesía✫彡 Poetry, Excerpts & Short Stories ✫彡 bat·tle·field /ˈbadlˌfēld/ - a noun which is defined as the piece of ground on which a battle is or was fought. - also defines as a place or situation of strife or conflict.
