'i love you' never sounds right,
because safety never came from someone,
not completely.
'i miss you' never sounded real,
because such reminiscence never came from someone,
not slightly.
'let's go back' never even comes out,
because home never felt far or close,
not really.
yet safety did come,
reminiscence was achieved,
and a home was found,
but only within myself.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
