Dear Diary,
I don't think anything will ever replace our song
The sweet sound of love and friendship
A piece of art that was only ours
A piece of life that gave it all meaning
Correlated noises that meant the world to us
But I think what's most special
Is that the second the beat begins
Our eyes lock and our hearts synch
And for 3 minutes and 25 seconds
The world is ours
And ours only.
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
