I find myself thinking about him all
the time. It's like cancer where you go
from being fine to being really sick with
no idea of what happened in the interim.
I hear his voice in place of mine in my
head when I'm thinking. I see him in the
face of a stranger passing by. I feel him
touching me when I look at the mirror. I
feel his breath on my face when I close
my eyes. I feel everything until my voice
tells me to snap out of it.
"It's not real. You're not in love with him. You're in lust. This too shall pass" she said
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Love and it's relatives
PoezjaIt centers on love and everything that comes with it. A book of poems that highlights the different ways love affects a person. I love Love and it wouldn't be fair if I don't give out the love I receive on a daily from God to others. These words ar...
