It started when you took my hand in yours,
stared into my eyes
and smiled...
God, it made me so happy.
I wanted to fall so bad
So so bad
It looked good from a far
Because I was so gone
So gone
into believing what could've been
'Although we've come to the end of the road
Still, I can't let go'
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Purpose: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems, vastly varying from different perspectives and putting down into words what goes on in my mind as I try to let love and let go.
