And I miss you still, but it was never meant to be...
I know a name
It starts with A
And you'd never guess
What it meant.
And perhaps it's time.
To let her go
To let her soar
As I should have
So long ago
I'm so sorry
For holding you back
And I promise
To never come back.
July 3rd '22
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
