It's hard to know.
It's hard. Really hard to know you are not in my reach. Not in my grasp.
It's hard to know you aren't mine and I am not yours. It's hard to know that I can't touch your skin. It's hard to know that I can't run my fingers through your rainbow hair. It's hard to know that I can't wake up in your arms. It's hard to know that I can't be the first one to hear your voice in the morning.
It's hard to know I'm not the one on your mind. It's hard to know that I'm not the last person you think about when you go to bed or the first you think about when you wake up.
It's hard to know that I can't study your skin while you let out soft snores at 3 A.M.
It's hard to know that I can't hear those three words come out of your lips and having you actually mean them in a deeper way.
It's hard to know we can't get intimate because.....
it's hard to know you don't know I exist.
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These Little Things
RomantizmThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
