I thought we were happy,
but it was only me.
I thought I knew love,
but I only know loss.
Even through my tears,
I want him.
Even though my heart is broken,
I need him.
I miss him,
but he has another.
I wish he was mine again,
but he’s someone else’s.
Does she hold him close,
Like I did?
Does she kiss him,
Like I did?
Or does she hold him
Closer than I did?
Or does she kiss him
Sweeter than I did?
My sweet Laythe…
I love you.
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
AcakThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
