time doesn't really heal anything.
that theory is bullshit.
one just starts learning how to live with it.
and just as I think,
i'm finally able to deal with it better,
he walks in through the door in a red shirt,
wearing my favorite perfume.
and my mind starts spiralling once again,
it never gets better, does it?
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
