You were
a million great things,
all poured into one.
I loved you
as much
as the plants love the sun.Before you met me,
your soul was like
a butterfly,
light and free.
and it is once again,
now that you're
not burdened by me.I want you to know
I'm glad you can grow,
but I will still always
love you so.Have you ever heard
of someone so absurd
that they can't even move on
when it's what their friend
would have preferred?
Well as you can see,
that someone is me,
but I really am glad
that you're finally free.
YOU ARE READING
|midnight thoughts|
Poetrya collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17