Maybe one day I can see you.
We can smile and wave, and it'll be okay.
Maybe one day it'll be cool.
We could just be friends without the complications that it brings.
When we start saying things.
Yeah, I hurt you, and you hurt me.
Yeah, we did some things that we can never take back.
And we tried hard just to fix it.
But we broke it more.
And so I guess some things are not meant to last.
Is it too much to ask?
YOU ARE READING
Mångata
PoetrySometimes we just need the words. Sometimes we just need to know that we are not alone.
