Credits to Julia
The what if's clouded my head
Followed up by your perfect
Followed by my last Hello and goodbye that is hard to utter
Instead I told you beautiful lies to keep you a while longer
Your friends say he wants you to carry the goodbye burden
I hate to say this but for once they are right about me
In a crowded room full of lovers our Cupid was the loneliest
You are somebody's daughter and I hate for mine to go through all I had you bearing
Wish I am not the last to hold your hand
Allow yourself to be loved and walked down the church carpet
Oh by the way this is just mere thoughts
Hope time doesn't reveal them to be true
For I have a plan for infinity written in Braille so a few of us can understand
Understand that I am not perfect there is much for us to learn and grow from instead of trying to correct.
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Tales of the unknown
PoezjaBOOK 1 Poems filled with tales told by my mind. Published: 07-06-20