Too many faces,
They are too kind to teach us lessons.
Along with realizing that pain comes with it,
I was mold and shaped to know,
I wish I had known better.
YOU ARE READING
I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
Eyes Open
Too many faces,
They are too kind to teach us lessons.
Along with realizing that pain comes with it,
I was mold and shaped to know,
I wish I had known better.
