I’m thinking of giving life to this blog again.
I thought about erasing the past (posts) but I think I’d just let them be.
To appreciate the new, the present, one has to accept the past.
So then, a new chapter shall commence.
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maybe i wait alone
for someone that has passed
i only play with imaginations
toying with the thought that you still care
but i have no point of reference
no reality to fall back to
in knowing you’re still there
i hear beeps of my phone ringing
but when i look to see
it was just my own doing
my own mind playing tricks
maybe because i miss you too much
i hear ringing in my head
music seems to calm me
but then till when
words i write are constant thoughts of you
painful poetry strummed with a melodic twist
are because of your memory
they play a big part to this hurt
as well as drives me for something to believe
my pain and joy meshed up because i love you