Another notebook on the shelf,
A single box of memories.
Another thought, withheld,
Another person, impossible to please.
Another set of strong words,
Many harsh and most untrue.
Another set of I'm-sorrys,
Another mumbled I-love-you-too.
Another sigh before I hit send.
Another break up text.
I'd tried to replace you, yet again.
And I'm scared of what comes next.
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
