Happy, that's what I was when I could talk to you
You meant a lot to me, but if only I had known
That in just a few weeks time I would be the one who had to walk away
No I miss you, or well I miss the thought of you
Oh how I wished I could have stayed
Maybe this will be a chance for both of us to start over
I wonder though, do you think of me too?
YOU ARE READING
When our love died
PoesíaPeople will write to account for such feelings, for words will never die. it's a book of poems :) 🤍🍀🤍🍀🤍🍀🤍
