You're on my mind again. As you always are. The remembered looks on your face blocks my vision, the remembered sound of your voice fills my ears, the remembered feel of your body saturates my skin, and the love for your personality encases my soul. Why can my love for you be like everything else for you? A memory and nothing more.
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Variable Z
PoetryFirst time actually posting some of my poems and stuff. I know they aren't great but please no hate!!!?
