we were staring at the vast expanse,
and talking about love
you were desolate,
and i was the one who left
it was a different story
but we were relating to each other
you grumbled about why she left you
while i told you why i left him
then, you had to go
but before you went off
i told you something
"right love at the wrong time, and wrong love at the right time."
-c.d.c.
YOU ARE READING
pen, paper, and coffee
Poetrysets of words composed by a girl who's constantly trying to figure herself out -c.d.c.
