maybe it was all a lie,
it would certainly seem
like it.
eyes that don't meet,
hands that doesn't stay
still, and....and
the messages on the
phone.
of course it's a lie.
of course.
then why do you
still love him?
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
