There were days
When all I wanted was to
Hear the sound of your voice
And to feel the glide of you fingertips
On mine
And to be in your presence.
Those were days I found myself
Hating you the most.
You left me,
Cold,
In the clouded fog
Of my depressions.
Right when I needed you the most.
I hate myself
For hating you.
Because to this day,
I still love you.
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Thoughts
PoetryThis book is about the things that we all think about. All the things we want to say but can't. I hope that you will like these Texts & Quotes. They helped me changing the way I looked at some life and starting to let myself grow. Take a look by...
