Every once in a while,
I see someone with your eyes
or smile, and I stare.
Here and again, I hope
somewhere, wherever you are
you care...
Now and then,
I like to pretend,
it was you who kissed me goodnight.
I remember back then, when
you loved me too,
when it was you who made things alright.
I miss the days when we were best friends,
young and so in love.
Way back when, I would pretend,
I knew you were the one.
But what I didn't know
was our love would end,
and tonight I'd be sleeping alone.
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Better & Worse
PoezjaA collection of poems about my love, my heartache, and the moments in-between. Please vote and comment!