February 4th, 2021
There is a song I heard last night on my birthday by a female artist I had never known of. After listening to it and learning the lyrics in record time, I showed my sister. She didn't think much of it. Then something in me screamed, "show it to you." I wanted to show you. I remembered what happened. And I couldn't show it to you. But I know you would hear it like I did. I know you would fall in love as soon as the chorus hit your ears. I know you would fall in love and look at my face to match my expression. I know you would smile and I would smile. But I couldn't show it to you, and it's as simple as that. As simple as getting walked on. As simple as moving on. As simple as putting the song on your playlist, even though you'll never see it.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PuisiI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
