It's hard to replace you,
Those moments with you.
The sound of your laugh,
The color of your eyes,
The softness of your touch,
And those little special moments we had.
Nah wait, what I'm even saying?
Everytime I was with you,
Writing with you or thinking about you,
Was a special moment.
My soul is crawling on the broken pieces,
Of the heart of mine that you used,
Like it was a toy.
Never ever really loved me,
Just "thought" of me sometimes,
When your friends weren't there with you.
We both know that I was the one,
Who was giving you the most love;
Between all these followers on Instagram,
I was the only one who wanted you for your soul.
But the problem is that,
Your soul is just like you:
A beautiful and sweet little liar.
I had dreams of us in our thirties,
Us at the Lunapark,
Us taking photos of ourselves;
But we never even took an icecream.
All these,
Little projects,
That I will never do with you anymore.
-Lovely, the one who gave you his soul.
~And you broke it like a glass of wine.
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The Life
Poetry"A broken soul can't be cured, But a broken heart should be fixed. A mind who over think should be shouted, And two cold eyes be revitalised. But, I'm still trying to heal my soul, Keeping my heart broken; Wanting to remain an over-thinker because...
