I hate to admit that I still care about someone
who's stopped caring about me now
I can't even tell to my friends that I still think about someone every night who I am no longer the one he thinks about now because if I will tell them they might have not understood.
But I wish someday that I could get over with that someone.
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Weeping Nights
PoetryWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22