He'd accidently tripped her and apologized,
she smiled as she relived in her mind the memory of how they first met.
Today he yet again ripped her heart and didn't even realise,
She smiled as she tried to forgive and forget.
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Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
