I'll write verses about you
Future words are filled with blue
They're on my mind right now
They ache for you somehow
My soon to be readers will cry
Not because persona will die
Pain will assume to be felt
Unrequited love will be kept
Book cover screams for misery
It's inside my anxiety
Viewers are going to support it
Even if I'll unpublish it
So when it will be perfectly done
I swear, my thoughts for you will be gone
No more voices
No more choices
No more noises
No more presence
But pure absence
I will
Yes I will
I mean, I'll try
-A ❣
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Strings of Nostalgia
Poetrysentimentalizing about being wrapped up in the painful yet beautiful reality of the past
