you know how these things go, Shams.
Easy come, easy go.
So it always is for me.
But if the story is over with one,
so it will begin with another.
From where I sit,
it seems so dreadful to have
nothing to sing about.
Though I wonder, Shams, if
I am just lying to myself.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
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you are 1 km away
you are 1 1km away i see it on your profile 1 km and you do not call or text or try to see me that is madness
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