It comes in subtle waves,
where I start to slightly miss someone,
someone I know I can't have and don't deserve.
And sometimes,
the waves become heavier
and crash a little harder against the shore
making it a little less bearable,
sending my mind into a frenzy of thoughts.
I miss seeing them,
even if it's just a small glimpse.
I miss seeing them happy and smiling.
I just can't help
but wonder every now and again,
how things would be different
and in what way.
Would I laugh a little more,
or maybe a little less?
Would I smile more,
or smile less?
Would I be a little happier,
or not at all?
Are these things okay to think?
Even every once in a while?
Should I even be thinking them at all?
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
