once, i saw a boy.
his face was hidden behind a mask,
but his eyes—they reminded me of yours.
the ring on his left hand
looked just like the one your mother gave you.
for a moment, my heart stopped.
i didn't expect to see you here.
the longer I watched,
the more i convinced myself it was you.
But when i came home
and let the thought settle,
i realized something painful:
he didn't look like you.
not even close.
i just wanted him to be you.
so badly.
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trying to do some poetry
Puisihi, my name is vanessa and i'm just ''trying to do some poetry''. it's a way to get along with my thoughts and to deal with them. instead of overthinking everything, i started to write. to transform those bad, overwhelming thoughts into beautiful po...
