I often wonder,
Would you ever think of me,
I know it would make me suffer,
Because of what we couldn't be.
I often wonder,
Would you ever going to see,
That you're the only one with the key,
That could set my heart free.
I often wonder,
Would you felt my feelings are true,
How long would you still wonder,
Just the same as I do?
AN: Here's a comeback! Happy New Year guys!!
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From The Bottom Of My Heart: Gone With the Wind (Poetry)
PoetryJust a little glimpse of how I live my life. Written in a form of poetry. I started to wonder and I still was when I wrote those first few lines. As I continue to write, an idea; a theory slowly crept into my mind. What if this is the real me? All...
