I can't seem to let you go
Neither do I have the courage to confess
Like when you seem to gather some
and whisper, ever so slightly
It's always- see you later
But the next meeting
Is a minute, lasts lust lived
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The other side
PoetryIt's the other perspective of life. One that's not social media perfect. One that's hidden away from everyone. One that should always stay anonymous. You are welcome to read. It's a glimpse of my thoughts. Beware: there could be triggers. Please be...
