𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅

4:43

One day we are just going to be memories and broken promises.

I will forget the color of your eyes,
the way you smile,
your scent, and
how your fingers, body, and skin feel against mine.

One day we will forget about all of this.

I will not even remember why I wrote these poems and who I wrote them for.