And sometimes I can't believe,
The way we came down.
How we used to talk and laugh,
And the silence we share now.
Maybe we were never meant to be,
But I never say never.
Maybe we were perfect right now,
Just not perfect for forever.
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
