I am afraid of many things,
but losing you is one of them.
The photographs, these sonnets, burning holes in my palm.
Memories that stay afloat in the frontal lobe of my mind.
I fearless I jump through the arms of her,
to get away from thoughts of you.
Just when it feels like I'm winning,
they tug at my heartstrings,
the photographs, those sonnets, these memories.
I know you're afraid of losing many things,
I am sorry if losing me is one of them.
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Hues Of Words
Poetry"Take off your colors, what are you wearing them for?" Cover made by @CoverCreator678
