Cheering him on has become ever so hard since I began to love him.
Every time he wins the distance between us grows.
And I begin to see the life that he has which does not include me.
I wish I could keep up with his pace.
But I'm afriad he has already left me behind.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
