The happy part was that I loved him
The bitter truth was He never liked me
I was just a foolish girl in love
He was just a hopeless boy in this world.
Author note:
I write for that one person,
The future me.
To keep her alive
I will keep writing.
YOU ARE READING
Can you hear flowers? (poetry)
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