August 13, 2015
You know what hurts me the most when I read my old journal?
It is how some moments,
The simple ones,
Were the ones that used to make me so happy that I could explode
Moments I would play it back on my mind
Uncontable times
So simple, but so hurtful
YOU ARE READING
Four Years [Poetry]
Poetry(Previously known as "Vincent") The journey of falling in love with a guy who didn't know how I felt. And all the consequences from that love. Non-fiction. Highest ra...
![Four Years [Poetry]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/20398092-64-k291452.jpg)