It is your birthday
I mean it already had passed a day...
But there is no rush to write a poetry
Most than probably, it is another piece you'll never see.
I dreamed of you and I still remember,
Your breath, your eyes your manner,
So clever.
But this time there was something else
I think it was me,outgrown the bullshit that I used to never see.
I didn't choose you this time.
All though you were never mine.
I still stayed and filled some of your needs.
Cooked for you, watch you eat.
I could have waited until you fell asleep.
But you didn't mind me walking away, encouraging me with your eyes somehow..
To leave, and sometimes look behind.
©phantom
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