The days we talked were the best part of my year
Yes, it was short but it was sweet
And until now, I hold it near and dear to my heart
You'd ask about my day,
the clothes I wore or the words I wrote
And I gladly told you everything
Even if I had the stupidest thoughts
Because in that moment you listened
And I felt heard and seen
So maybe that's why
I fell so hard for you.
My downfall, I don't regret at all.
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
PoesíaThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
