I want today to pass me by, easy.
Feeling very disappointed by you.
Waiting to talk to you makes me queasy
Last confrontation was hullabaloo
Thoughts and images of you plague my head
Resplendent in my unconscious scenes, but
The bane of my brain and real conscious dread
Hoping and trying to get through this rut.
My friend, my love, my joy, my excellence
Even when we don't talk, I hope you know
You make me disregard all common sense
And give me that careless feeling like snow.
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Poems for the Relatable Soul
PoesieJust some poems that I hope some people can relate to. I have been going through a lot and just thought to write about my experiences.
