I still think of you, you know.
Often I lose myself in public when I turn to glimpse at the guy who looks like you but isn't you, so I stop to think that maybe it's time to make peace with myself and move on.
But I don't want to move on, you know ?.
My favorite place in the city doesn't feel like my favorite place anymore. I live with the constant worry of running into you, perhaps in one of the aisles or on my way out.
Maybe I should start my life over, throw my phone away, burn all my clothes, pack my bags, and move to an island.
Or Maybe I'm in over my head.
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Under The Sun
SpiritualUnder The sun is poetry book with pros and con. This book contains poems for self help. A lot of the work comes from personal experience. And I hope you love and enjoy it. Thank you.
