my eyes always find their way back to you, every single time they wander to find someone new. my fucking eyes always find their way back to you. And I pry and pry trying to face the truth, that it'll never be me but it'll always be you. God I try, so fucking hard to figure out where the love died, were the last spark took flight. I'm sorry maybe it's me, maybe I just wasn't right and I get that trust me I do, you were always the one for me, but I never was for you.
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The longing for you, The ending of us.
PoesíaThe longing for you, The ending of us is a collection of poems, letters, excerpts from stages of my life and relationships. With this I hope to show that no matter what you are going through at the time you are not alone. No matter how alone you fee...
