You miss him
No I miss the idea of him.
What's the difference? It's him. You stare at him. You think of him. You want him
I don't miss him. There a difference you know. It's not him I'm staring at. It's the way someone's eyes shine in the light that I stare at. I don't think of him. I think about how someone's smile or laugh could mean so much to someone else. And I don't want him. I want someone who will love me and will let me love them.
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Poems
ŞiirAll my poems All my thoughts I hope you can digest them Cause I can not ~~~~~ Please be mindful of my writing, it take a lot of effort and courage to publish them here. If you have a grieving with a poem, please message me so we can come up with a c...
