something is amiss
You’ve chosen this.. you decide on this.. now the elemental of this passion is amiss..
no more sad poems.. no more unfulfilled “ what ifs”..
you gotta let go of what is not meant to be..
Talk about the melancholy of feeling melancholy to produce those poems from your sad unrequited love.
And yet.. he’s here.. or is he?
how do you really know if it’s forever?
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