This is rough
I can't listen to music,
because every note of music has your name running right through it
This is love
I told you,
and I knew it
Never wanted you to be a lesson
Come back,
because I'm crying,
and regressing
If anyone calls this an obsession
It's not
It's just post YOU depression
Fucked up stuff
I don't know where the moon is
If I did I'd look right up
This is love
I told you
That I never felt enough
Never wanted you to be a lesson
Come back,
because I'm crying,
and regressing
If anyone calls this thing an obsession
It's not
It's just post YOU depression
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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Thank you ❤️
Your words resonate deeply.
Captivating & heartbreaking!!! ❤️❤️💕
Ack, it's a horrible kind of grief 😔
I really loved the line "Never wanted you to be a lesson." It resonates with so many things to me. Loved your poem!
Sad reminiscence, happy look into the future? I hope that for you, Frankie.