Someday,
You'll say you love her smile,
What you wont say is about the other smile that once melted your heart.
You'll say she's the one for you,
What you wont say is about the one whom you once promised to spend your life with.
You'll make her comfortable on your bed,
What she wont feel is the scent and memories of the older cuddles in the same bed.
You'll say you love hugging her,
What you wont say is about how you once loved the warmth of someone in your arms.
You'll say kissing her is the best feeling,
What you wont say is about the lips you once used to died for.
You'll say, "she was just a silly teenage experience" to her
What you wont say is about the guilt you feel whenever you think about her.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
