my imagination
is stuck in stagnation
you are sitting in front
like a little runt
i'll never have enough of you
even if you've had enough of me
you's the only thing I do
why can't you see
Obsessed and heart-broken
Through my past
I'm going back and forth
At last
Stuck in between
My memories
Of you..
And me...
but you said no...
i loved and i let go
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Words Floating In The Wind
Poetrythe verses that never made it. the floating thoughts of the author in a way not yet revealed. stay tuned for these thoughts
