Where did we go wrong?
When did this story of ours become such a sad song?
Thoughts; they run through my head every minute, everyday.
Now that I don't have you, should I throw my life away?
I've seen what lies under your surface,
I still see you, oh so perfect.
Do you know I feel?
I now know a pain I assumed wasn't real.
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Poetry
PoëzieHey, this Is a collection of poetry I've been writing since 2010. I promise it's better toward the end, being that's my more recent stuff. So feel welcome to skip forward, read it backwards or whatever you'd like:)
