When the bus door, bathroom door, bedroom door closes, there you are. The pain resurfaces and the tears threaten to roll. I sneak a moment of sadness as to to not dispel my acceptance. There you are. Seeping out of me. The love you brought me. Now the sadness you bring me. And I miss you. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there. But wherever you are now, I hope you can feel my love. Because my love feels for you.
Anon
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Author:
MaryVic (
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- Category: Sad
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