Often, do I reminisce about us.
You creep out of your place,
In nostalgia and flicker through my
Mind and haunt me. I'll smile at
Some of are cherished moments and
Feel the pervasive pain all over
again. but id take the sorrow and the
happiness, even if it was just for
A sparse moment in time, because
It would be time spent with you.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)