today is one of those "wash your hair in the sink" kind of days. one of those "not enough caffeine in the world can keep me functioning" kind of days. one of those "I'm so tired, but it's 9:30am;" "I don't feel like doing anything, but I promised;" "I just want to stay in all day and sleep;" "all I feel like doing is crying"...
yeah, it's one of those days
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Allyson Yates
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Walk Away
I still think about you, even though I shouldn't. The memories come to me in fragments. Sometimes I think about you holding my hand tightly whenever we'd be out walking. There are other times when I think of whenever we'd kiss. Or sitting on the couch watching TV. Or laying on your bed, just holding each other; listening to each other breathing, not saying a word. Having your arms around me felt like home. It felt right. The feeling of your arms around me; your hand holding mine; your lips kissing mine. Everything.
By Allyson Yates5 years ago in Poets
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