I looked at the sky,
and saw everything flying away,
the emotions, the feelings,
everything we were.
I felt like a little child with a new toy,
my eyes always looked at you with joy.
The butterflies in my stomach
now are totally dead,
my eyes dripped tears
like an acid to my face.
I'm a stranger to you,
but you're still the one
who made me feel.
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The Intimacy of Imperfections
PoetryWith passion, independence and surroundings, The Intimacy of Imperfections captures the inside world of all the feelings and moments we live in our lives. Naitsky presents the most open-minded thoughts and feelings of any individual. The knowledge...
