Drunken haze, faces a blur.
It feels like the world is moving and I'm stuck in the same spot, my feet glued to the ground
everyone goes about their lives, I go unnoticed.
Their lives changing, while mine stays the same.
In the back of my mind it's always there, the hope that it's not really over.
"Do you still think about him? they ask,
Only every God damn day.
YOU ARE READING
Your embrace like bath water
PoetryAs you can probably tell, I met someone who made me feel "some type of way". Through these thoughts and poems i am attempting to preserve this feeling. Although it's in the past,I never wanna forget that I'm capable of feeling that good. This is a...
