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Poetry

Sitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.

Gone

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by currreeen

by currreeen

We restarted this love
Over a million times
You're tired, aren't you?

We're always fighting
Arguing.. Misunderstanding..
Is this even true?

This is pointless
You want space
I want too

But I just
Can't stand
Being away from you

I don't know
Maybe a break
Would do

But please
Always remember
How much I love you

We're just cooling off
I know you'd
understand

You've always been
And always will be
A smart man

So count the days
When we're together
One by one

Because this day
Next week, or month
"We" will be gone