Maybe "forever" isn't that long.
Maybe it's temporary.
And now it's all gone.
Maybe it's a joke they all like to tell
But can't they see it?
It's my own personal hell.
What I thought in my head apparently wasn't true,
But I swear at some point
That you loved me too.
Society paints the perfect scene
Of a love story in the summer,
A love story of teens.
They loved and laughed and hugged and cried,
But one day their love suddenly died.
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My Poetry
ŞiirSimply my own original poems. If you like them, comment! But basically making this so I can keep track of my poems better without saving them to my photos just in case my phone dies or something:)) Content ranges from love, depression, fanboy/girlin...
