him
with his golden blue eyes
and curly hair i could run my hands through all day
though used my naïvety
for his own gainher
with her freckles like constellations
and touches that set me ablaze
but relationships too ficklehim
that i only knew for moments
and seemed to run his life without a care
but just wasn't the one
for someone like mei'm losing hope
to find the one that makes
my heartbeat too fast
and face too warmit's holding on by a thread
tied to my hopelessly romantic ideas
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things