when lovers are in bed,
they're suppose to feel love,
right?
then how come all I feel
is loneliness and the beat
of my own heartbeat?
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PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
excerpt #018
when lovers are in bed,
they're suppose to feel love,
right?
then how come all I feel
is loneliness and the beat
of my own heartbeat?
