We used to be comfortable in the silence, holding hands
and staring at the ceiling, simply thinking to ourselves.
I now fear that you've slowly fallen out of love with me,
and there's nothing I can do to stop you. I feel as though
you are slipping through my fingers. All those promises we
made to each other, they mean nothing if you don't love
me. Why am I not good enough?
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Little Thoughts
Short StoryMostly poems, but a few thoughts I wanted to write down. :) NOTE: My free time is limited, but I'll do my best to add a few poems every so often.
