09.22.21
How many times have I tried writing our story
just so I could have a happy ending for myself?
And yet all these pages held
so much of my what ifs and regrets.
All these words held so much more
heartache than happiness.
All these chapters held so much
more uncertainties than belief.
I couldn't write a happy ending story
out of a tragic reality.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoetryThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
