Knowing you may have moved on,
Kills me a little, on the inside.
It eats at my soul,
Strains my eyes.
These feelings building up,
Regrets slowing surfacing,
And denial seeping through.
Feeling that unblissful urge
The nervousness,
Avoidance.
The teasing of eye contact,
And the playful closeness.
That gorgeous smile,
Once again shines through.
The laugh that vanished,
Now rises through the ashes.
Those dazzling eyes,
Once VACANT and cold,
Now sparkle with life.
We all have had that one person we come close enough to, to tell anything and everything too. So many mixed feelings start to develop and in the end one person always has to be the bad guy. All that remains are feelings that linger in the very back of our minds. Also jealousy peaks when that person has moved on but still has Feelings for what never could be. Like or comment. Share even...rock on🤘🤘🤘💕
