Teacher. Poet. Hopeless romantic.
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I'm still waiting for you. Although it gets harder to believe that it will happen or ever be true. When I get to the point of doubt. I look at my wrist and I remember. It will happen and you will come.
By Magdalena Brzoska6 years ago in Poets
This anxiety is crippling. An overwhelming weight on my chest. My heart beats faster as the thoughts flood my mind. My intuition is no longer to be trusted.