you fooled me into believing that i was special.
you were the first to make me believe that.
when we went to the museum and in front of that landscape we sat so close i could feel your breath, i hesitated.
I was young and inexperienced.
I didn't understand what I was going through.
so i didn't do anything, and that evening i wrote to tell you how i felt, without really saying it, and you chose not to understand.
if only I'd known how to let you go.
YOU ARE READING
𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎
Poetrywhat is it ? it's inspired by the idea of mini albums. they represent part ans stories that what we call : THE HEART
