i wonder
if he thinks of me
how i daydream
of them.
i lose
sleep at night
thinking of them.
tossing and turning
i'll lie awake
thinking of what could happen
if only i had them.
as mine
and i were theirs.
their laugh;
their smile;
slowly sends me to an eternity
of, "what ifs"
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devoid of color // slow updates
Poetry❂book one of the "colorful injections" series. book two: bring color to my skies a jumble of words that coexist into ink that bleeds through the pages and hallucinated lines into messily painted poetry. //cover by @ImmortalImpulse
