Resurfaced
I was flipping through the photographs
When I landed on one of your face,
I skipped over it, not needing a reminder,
But went back guiltily anyways,
I had been listening to sad songs getting over you
But all the feelings came rushing back,
Seeing your hair, it was longer back then,
And your ever so bright smile,
All of my feelings of you resurfaced,
But I’m drowning in your eyes again.
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love the sound of the’p’s in “flipping through the photographs”
and feel the ache of loss