we could've had it all,
we could've proved them wrong,
we could've been the greatest.
i miss our secret places.
why'd you have to push me away?
i'd follow you wherever,
if it meant that you'd stay.
and i'm not going to sit here
and act like it's all your fault,
because it sure as hell is not.
we could've been great
and we let the world get in the way.
but i would still follow you to the ends of the earth,
if it meant you'd stay.
but i can't pretend it's over,
i just want my closure,
it's repetitive,
i'm stuck in my head.
can't let you go,
but i think i know,
it's fake,
it's a complicated mistake.
but i can't stop.
so,
i'll just sit here,
and imagine,
what life would be like,
if we were still
the greatest.
YOU ARE READING
𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
Poetry──── ⋆⋅ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❞⋅⋆ ── just some simple, kinda crappy little thoughts, poems and songs i wrote while listening to folklore one afternoon<3 track titles by t...
