I smile and laugh at the thought of me liking you,
I think I'm finally over you,
trying to convince myself you're just a waste of my time.
But then,
I stop,
my smile fades,
and tears form.
I can't just stop liking you,
that's not how it works,
it's never that easy.
A tree doesn't just decide to stop growing,
it just grows until it can't any longer.
Carrying on its journey forever,
until it absolutely can't.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
