It always comes up the same way,
Like vomit;
spewed across the floor,spraying back on my face!
These are the thoughts of you! Secrets we keep even to this day,
Longing for one another,
Confusion and Fear the only things keeping us apart.
No one but us would have even guessed the events of late,
speaking to a ghost,
swallowing my pride and Love of you,
only to feel it rekindle in my stomach,
waiting to be spewed again.
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Gnomercy
Stupid Gnomes