what am i supposed to feel
when somebody tells me
her and i are identical
the dark hair who's waves shine in the moonlight
the sun kissed skin that's soft and pure
that's it.
that's all that's similar
don't tell me
we are the same person
because if we were
he wouldn't be with her again
c.r
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Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Poetrymel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
