_artistmuse_

  Here I am writing again about you. I know I'm still not over it. Why do I listen to things? You were so sweet—so sweet to indigest. Continually on my mind How we both would react If we cross paths again, I can't cry again. Don't want to cry again. I was running away from things. I am back where I started. It's all a circle; you complete it. And you are right where you were when you began it. Where will I find that spirit? Where can I write happy writing pills? That girl is lucky; you're writing poems for her. I had you as my symmetry and Supposedly, symmetry is intended to be broken. Moreover, when they crack, They have a significant impact. I suppose on the cosmos. Unfortunately, the cosmos is me.