I feel
As though
The better you know
A person
The harder
It becomes
To describe
Them
You start
To not remember the
Where it was
With whom it was with
What was being said
What was funny
All that you're left with
Is the
Was
It may not seem
Like enough
To not remember
All of the
What's
Where's
And who's
But know that
It was
It really was
Damn..
It really was
Wasn't it?
And it was great
I'll miss it
And you
But I'll always know
That it was
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
