Its bittersweet like the foregone romance between me and the one who got away.
He took my heart at 13 and left me hollow at 16, a beautiful dream of bygone days.
We sat side by side eating lunch,
and I wanted to talk to him,
but what could I say?
How have you been?
Are you doing okay?
None of those fit in the description,
and I'm abit lovelorn.
At 20 he's off the market.
And I'm still wandering,
basking in the glow of their happiness.
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Lost
Poetry" for all eternity, she was blind. But what she could see, was far beyond eyesight could view. " A couple of on the spot one shots and poems, and a fanfic or two. please tell me the artist of the cover if you know! I'll credit him/her! Updated b...
