I never did know what love felt like.
Was it all about the pain?
The regret?
The mistakes?
I never did know what love felt like.
How many days till I can see you again?
How many more texts can I send?
How many more thoughts of you can fill my brain?
I never did know what love felt like.
Why do you always make me cry?
Why does it hurt when you haven't called?
Why do I still wish you'd come home?
Maybe I did know what love felt like.
Maybe once.
Maybe it feels like summer wind, and flowers blooming.
Maybe it feels like a cloudy day, and sweet chocolates.
Or a thunder storm with no umbrella.
Maybe it feels like wet socks, and being locked outside your house.
I never did know what love felt like.
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I'm Not Sad Anymore
PoetryThis book of poetry describes the causes of a heartbreak one sentence at a time, the story leading up to it, with no intention of description. No need for the whole story. No need to point fingers, nor to point blame. Just words, that will possibly...
