What if I told you that it still could be.
That it still could happen.
The capablity of you still loving me.
Not because the words were said.
Or actions the played out were read.
But just because.
We came to recognize and realize that in our own spare time.
There's a possibilty that we continously hide from each other.
From the world.
Instead we just both move on pretending as if everything's great.
That when we slow down and take a break.
There is a possibility of us running across each other's mind.
Quickly scrambling to find something else to do before we end up doing something stupid.
No calls, no texts, no nothing.
When in all honestly we both wonder if the other still thinks about what we used to have.
See thats the thing about love, there's no telling until the time comes.
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Thoughts From The Heart
ŞiirA collection of poems I wrote from love, to heartbreak and even self empowerment.
