I found you; I could have never been any happier.
Then days went by & your visits started to lose meaning.
Then weeks went by & your hugs became less frequent.
Then months went by & your smile started to fade.
Then a year went by & honey, we weren't the same.
I love you Baby, I never stopped but it seems our love changed to something it's not.
YOU ARE READING
Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
