April 10
April 10 2021
A terrible feeling is when you dread going home...
And having to put limits on how far one allows their mind to roam.
Being torn between selfless love and selfish hurt..
Sometimes wishing to be buried beneath the dirt.
Understanding that with the goods, there must be bad..
But feeling like the tears could easily drown out all of the glad.
Watching before my eyes, their love growing, much like our souls once shared...
Wondering now if we were really meant to be paired...
To AP and F
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