Jul 2013
I'll pretend that it is just a phase
When I walk by you, I avert my gaze
That part of my life is a blurry haze.
You aren't my home anymore
I found a new body to explore
And I keep my thoughts of you at the door.
When I walk by you, I avert my gaze
That part of my life is a blurry haze.
You aren't my home anymore
I found a new body to explore
And I keep my thoughts of you at the door.
One of many super old poems I found in my old notebook.
