oh my god
i miss you
like a flower
misses the rain
your heart
pumped
pure love
and i can't
get you out
of my head
i'm sorry i'm having
a hard time showing it
i haven't really
been given the
opportunity
i can't stand
not seeing you
every minute
of every day
mind of glass
veins of thorns
why do my poems
sound so bad
why can't i write them
this is so hard
i want to deal with it
you being gone
in a sense
i can't make
them sound good
maybe i need
a break
i don't know
i guess i'll know
when it comes to me
holy shit i love you
so much.
~ i won't forget you
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
