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Thank you for stepping into my life. Thank you for joining me on this journey. Please keep in mind that things will not be simple here.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
Every day, my heart aches. Our love is fading away. I want to keep it active. I wish there was a stronger boat. To keep our love safe:
Today, I am looking at myself. My thoughts must be somewhere. But I'm here, adoring myself. I'm in a state of deep thought.
It's not about that, sweetheart. This is not what you are doing right now. This is what you've left behind. It's about what you did back there.
They saw me sitting alone. They began to judge me. They assumed I was lonely. They believed I needed someone to talk to.
He arrived at my house. He believed I would forgive him. I shivered as I glanced at him. I froze in horror, followed by stillness.
You're staring at me. With loving eyes, Yet, you can't say anything. Your heart is full of loving words. You have all planned to tell me that you are in love.
I've been a shadow of myself recently. Then you came into my life. I felt the light approaching from far away. You came to lighten my mood.
You are my world. My best pal. Most of all, you are my lover. You transformed my life. You made me appreciate the significance of life.
We were lovers. You and me. But not anymore. Stop dreaming. Don't try to fix it. Stop hopping. Stop being nice. We were an item.
Oh, yes, I am dead, but don't be terrified. I merely traveled to the next world, and I'm waiting for you. I still see you and what you're doing.
I'm listening to their voices. The cacophony they make grows louder by the minute. I'm only an innocent youngster. They are both my parents.
