we met each other again some nights ago. it was weird. to see you after so much time has passed. we are both different people. we changed. your hair is longer and you wear different kind of clothes. you have other friends, from whom you always stayed away. you changed. we both did. we talked a bit about these changes and how we do now in our lives. it was weird talking with you. we both felt the tension. didn't we? i felt it underneath my pale skin you always said you liked. i tried to break this tension and to lighten the mood, though at the same time i thought you deserved this awkwardness between us. at the end of the night we went separated ways again and then i knew: this was it. this time, for real.
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Loud Thoughts II 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲✔
Poetry»To the thinkers instead of talkers. The ones with an exploding head but closed lips. To the ones, who think it's better to be quiet instead of telling everything that goes on in their mind and in their life. The ones with ideas and hopes or drea...
