the questions pops into my head
as often as thought comes,
it echoes and reverberates
and bounces off my mind's walls,
inviting itself in through the small
crack of the door,
it yells,
"is it with regret that you let him go?"
i say, "yes, back then when i didn't know,
that it was never really my decision to hold,
but now? not so much, no,
not anymore,"
and besides, our eclipse
is still alive in my heart,
who cares, right?
who cares that we're apart.
he has his own life to live
and at least we had a chance to start.
i will always think of him,
he's my eternal "still,"
still i will love him,
still, i will.
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love stains
Поэзия[ because i'll never be done loving you you have stained me through and through ] my poem collection about love after all, love never fails
