What if
I stop running?
What if
I stop hiding?
What if
The world starts turning
In my favor?
What if
I'm not the only person
Who's lost?
What if
I'm not really hiding from you,
But from the person
Who I think you are?
What if
I don't really know
You as well as I thought
I did?
What if
I try to save myself,
But in the end,
I just end up losing me?
What if
You're too lost in the idea of me
To notice me for me?
What if?
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Poems That Fixed The McDonald's Ice Cream Machine
PoetryHere is a compilation of the poems I've written. some are deep, some are happy, some are whatever you want them to be. ✨ongoing!✨🌻
