Drifting, waiting for something. Waiting for you. Questioning memories, thoughts and feelings. Summer nights on the pier only to drown myself cause your everywhere but here.the smell of you had become my cocaine left on the sheets where we layed. I feel my self slipping from existence and conciousness. So here I lay in the mess I made devouring my mind , drifting. If I don't learn to forget you I'll only end up forgetting myself.
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PoetryUntold lies and untold regrets...... Midnight thoughts it's all the same but the fact is when we close our eyes. We open them
