Maybe it's me
Every time, I try to step forward
His bright green eyes pull back,
few steps
When I thought I was close
to letting go,
I see him
My brain overflowing with his imagine
the sight remembrance,
I feel as if it'll never go away
Afraid of feeling anymore
I know that if I do he'll be there to make me fall in love again
I walk out f the class
just to see him waddle
behind me just by the door.
the door
- Author: fairybread15 ( Offline)
- Published: March 30th, 2023 11:36
- Category: Unclassified
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