I don't think I'm ready yet,
I know it will be a long time to forget
You,
Now I'm just a person painted blue.
But I'll miss you,
I can't hate you
For what you’ve put this tired heart through,
I should have known it was going to be you
To break my heart,
But I know, here it comes anyway, the hardest part:
I'm saying the words I've always grown to hate,
Goodbyes and I have come a long way-
I love you,
Even though you couldn’t understand how much I do,
I already know what's next,
But I'm just not ready yet …
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Last Year's Flowers
PoetryIn the third installment, Last Year's Flowers, MissReads19's poetry takes on a new shape through storytelling. Crafted from fragments of poems written through time, Last Year's Flowers takes the reader on a fictionalized journey of love from beginni...
