I wasn't supposed to love someone else,
that's not how fairytales work.
It was supposed to be a happily ever after...
But after the ever , came a never ending diaster.
And that's when he came,
To pick up broken pieces..
To help heal wounded areas..
To comfort my sore spots..
And i fell in love with him.
I fell in love with my bestfriend.
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PoesíaPoetry is not just mere words, or gathered thoughts, or collected ideas..but a soulful expression, a joyous awakening, and a way to feel what we can't see. And if you feel it, then there's no doubt that you know it's there. Indulge in the greater go...