Self
I have a habit of pushing myself around
Like a song I thought I'd forgotten about
Without you I've lost my sense of self
I have a habit of pushing myself around,
but you care that much
I can tell
Like a song these words just fall out
Without you I've lost my sense of self
You are all my mind ever really talks about,
and you are enough
Can't you tell?
Like a picture that fades it's way out
Without you I've lost my sense of self
Don't let us become just a memory that I hold on to now
I still love you so much
Can't you tell?
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Frankie Martinelli
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Read this again! Mind if I potentially do a positive critique of one of your poems?
This was extremely relatable! I loved it!