I cannot seem to let you go.
I know I must.
But.
I can't.
"A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved."
I know I should move on.
I know you told me to.
So I'll try to honour that to the best of my abilities.
And float.
Somewhere between pretence.
And reality.
Adrift like a person on a lonely ocean with roughened waves.
Floating around the circle of life.
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Eilerasciai Su Jausmais
PoetryThe name of this book is loosely based on the Lithuanian meaning for "poems with feelings." And indeed, they do feel. They feel the rawness of every possible emotion ever felt. They are heartfelt poems, written from the nonsensical thinkings of the...
