We kissed in the middle of a hallway next to the school hall.
You smiled at me and I smiled at you, but that was before the ball.
We broke up and you got a girl, that tore me apart.
We didn't talk and we didn't hug and that broke my heart.
But here we are four months later wondering about the past.
Maybe we should have held on, did we let go too fast?
We gave it so many tries and we never gave up.
Maybe it's time for it all to stop.
Are we just scared of what's really out there?
Maybe it's time for us both to be fair.
Our love was something beautiful.
But I'm really crazy and you're just like, chill.
You use to make me feel high.
Now I'm finally ready to say goodbye.
I hope were all good.
I've said all I should.
I'm glad I've let go, I feel relieved.
I'm sorry to everyone that still believed.
{ November 2015 }
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Black And White
PoésieSeeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.