Do you think of her the way you used to think of me? Do you have conversations with her about everything under the grey sky and above like you did with me? Do you look at her and picture such a beautiful future, one such as that you could've had with me? Or were those the exact reasons you left?
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Inversion
PoetryBasically a collection of poems I write that will be updated as soon as my brain returns from haitus.
