Am I a fool for hanging onto the sweet words that danced on your lips.
The thorns that blossomed into my heart are dying out
And the taste of you is no longer in my brain
This is my goodbye. To the good memories, and the bad. To the ones we never quite had, and never will get.
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
