I have a lot of half done lines,
I tried to write,
To describe,
Or understand,
And document how I feel.
In the late night,
When I don't know sleep.
And I have that heavy feeling in my chest.
When I think about you.
I always fail,
To capture the intensity,
And how burdened I feel.
Because this way I feel doesn't have a name.
And I have a lot of those,
Nameless feelings,
For you.
°°°°
how long does infatuation last?
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YOU ARE READING
EPIPHANY
Poetry"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
