it doesn't just disappear.
even if it is something we fear.
You don't want to look at them but
at the same time they are all you can see.
after its over you remember the memories.
the way he loved you. it isn't a small thing.
I also don't think it was just a fling.
Things aren't just birds with broken wings.
even if to others that is how it seems.
YOU ARE READING
confused...
Poetrythis is just poems about... life i guess its hard but you have to move through it like everyone else.
