You and I share so much history together. We shared so many memories together. Our eyes used to hold so much love for each other. Our lips were almost always attached. We were always together. Attached at the hip is what most people would say about you and I. Your eyes became my favorite color. Your hair became my favorite style. You became my favorite person. You and I were best friends. You were my life and I was your love. Now we are no more than strangers. No longer are our lips attached. No longer are we attached at the hip. We are now only history.
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poems And Stories
Poetryjust some poems that I have written. some of them are terrible but some of them may be halfway decent. any suggestions to make anything better will be gladly accepted.
