Nostalgia.
The kind of fuel
That brings tears
To your eyes
And a dull ache
To your heart.
Even the happiest of memories
Under the brightest of days
Could hold one so strong
That it could bring you to smile;
Wanting it all back.
- bee.
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Heart Strings
PoetryPoetry and prose about every little thing in love: The good. The bad. The sweet. The bitter. Cover by: @delinxent
