I enjoy the sound
of a cigarette hissing
in a puddle of water.
I enjoy the sound
of you telling me
that you love me,
but you can't love
me anymore, because
you're as tired as I am.
But most of all, I enjoy
the sound of you
shutting the door
behind you as you go.
Because nothing is more
enjoyable than the sound
of someone leaving
who never really belonged.
-unknown
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Emotions
PoetryI guess this is a sister book to thoughts, it's the same gist I guess. Emotions is full of little poems, thoughts and of course emotions so here you go, enjoy (highest ranking #202 poetry)
