I float in a sea of emotion
and I'm not quite sure
what my coordinates are so that
you can find me.
I could probably write you
every last feeling that
I have for you before
I can write down my own name.
If you happen to find the map
to my heart,
could you fold it up real nice
and hide it away somewhere
where nobody else can find it
and hurt me anymore?
My chambers are still
occupied by you
and the bed that I sleep in.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
