It was a cold winter day
Everything seemed pale
My feet were numb
And I knew you were mine
As time passed by
It felt humid
You were gone
And I was quiet
But I stool tall
Now more than ever
It felt like I was been loved
loved by myself
And that was it.
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REVOLVING
PoetryWe get blindsighted when we are in love.We trust people blindly.We don't see whom we're Revolving around.We are filled with so much toxicity in our lives that we tear our selves apart and forget to heal.REVOLVING /REALISING
