Writing peotry without you
knowing you're the subject
You keep giving me the chills
that I could not reject.
Still, in my eyes, you're the vision
that my iris reflect.This is where I hide
when facing you is hard.
I didn't even know
I'm falling apart.
But, sad thing is I know
I can't have your heart.
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Stars Don't Grant Wishes ~ Poetry Book
PoesiaA collection of thoughts buried under the ocean.