In another life,
We worked out.
Happily ever after
Was found on your lips.
It's time for me to
Let you go, hon.
To release the breath I've been
Holding onto, so that if you
Called my name I could respond.
The best is yet to come.
YOU ARE READING
I Was Once a Sunflower
PoetryThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
