We don't, know how to speak.
We don't know how to see.
We don't know how to speak anymore.
We're at a crossroads,we're all alone. Damned outside in the cold.
We don't speak.
Thought we were thick as thieves, but I realized I loved you more than you loved me.
I loved you more that I loved me.
I don't, know how to talk to you,
I don't know what to say to you.
It's not you and its not me.
We're not the same people we knew on 33rd street.
It's not us, we're not us anymore.
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Clinomania
PoetryA collection of poems and essays. Thoughts and passages about life and the human things we all do in our lives. All of the indescribable feelings we all possess.
