You know, when you feel it again, like a nostalgia-- when things about to happen again, when you see it coming through your way, again.
But it no longer excite you, it no longer bring happiness and joy, it no longer make you crawl because of beautiful feeling instead it scares you, it anxious you.
And its just terrifying to think that the things that made you feel loved before, emotions that made you happy before and made you feel alive before can no longer make you feel the same way and its very very heavy to feel like you're casting poison on your own self.
Perhaps, our hearts were tired and sobered and they were surrendered and down on their own knees.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
