If only you knew what's going through my mind.
If only you knew how it feels when you look into my eyes.
When we danced in the moonlight, your hand on my waist, I thought it was love, but then you left, without a trace.
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Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
