I still cry, but it's not always because of him.
And I still think about kissing lips, but they're not always his.
I still dream, but he doesn't always appear.
And Im still homesick, but he's no longer my home.
DU LIEST GERADE
Purple poems
Poesie"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
