the thing that scatters me the most,
the thought of you being happy,
without me,
of you smilling into some other faces,
but not mine.
your sweet laugh bouncing from the walls,
and into some other ears,
that is not mine.
your precious eyes,
like two big lights,
flashing someones other eyes,
while mine is closed,
somewhere else.
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Author:
Sano (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2026 06:55
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Comments2
This poem speaks of fear of being left behind by another well written
Nicely written
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