poetry

These days

b-side junkieLeave a comment

It doesn’t get much easier

Sitting here

Trying to have fun

While inside I’m dying

Missing…

You

I don’t think I’ll find another

That made me feel the way you do

Did

And I try so hard

To rid

Myself

Of the memory of you

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