"do you still love him?"
my friend asked me one day.
to which, i didn't reply.
i couldn't.
because i was.
i was still in love
with him.
i was in love
with his eyes that
captured me, and
i can't seem to want
to escape.
i was still mesmerized
by his lips, that
lit me ablaze.
i was in love
with his mind, and
how he saw the beauty
in everything.
oh, i was so deeply
in love with him still.
but he lied.
and i don't know anymore.
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Almost | ✓
PoesíaIsn'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 ]]
