Him
Flooding my thoughts.
Blurring my vision.
I see him day and night,
Eyes closed and open.
In my every waking hour,
There he is,
Never once a stranger
To my thoughts.
I know I must forget him,
For i know he does not think of me.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
