Our faded smiles,Our fake smiles,
Our real smiles,
Our nervous smiles,
They're all our smiles
We smile at each other,
We smile at other people,
But where are our smiles now....
time is running out
That's true
less time is spent together
That's true
We somehow have started to drift apart
one person before the other
But
It's not me who started first,
It's you.
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Idk what I'm doing anymore.
YOU ARE READING
serendipity 一 poems
Poetryshort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34