Same page
I don't know if it's just me, but it always seems like the ones we want the most never want us back. At least not in the same capacity.
The ones we want to be the closest to us always seem to be the furthest away from us.
The ones we desire the most don't even notice us.
The ones we want to talk to the most would rather talk to someone else. Or doesn't care if either of you talk or not.
The ones who we want to be in company with the most always have a whole list of others on their roster they'd rather entertain.
It seems like the ones we want the most just don't feel the same.
The ones we want to be around are somehow never on the same page. -J.S.
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Bare Soul
PoetryMy Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never sha...
