Sometimes I wonder,
If you remember the days
Where we smiled and laughed,
While we'd have the time of our lives.
But then I think of the times
When we screamed and yelled,
And I think of how we no longer care for one another.
So I wonder if what we had was love,
Did you love me?
Did I love you?
I couldn't help but to think
If this was what love is like.
As I stare at your unmoving body lying
Lifeless on the floor.
And I, clutching the fragile letter
Bloodied and crumbled.
My name neatly written on the front
In writing so unfamiliar yet familiar,
Ink letters so beautifully written,
I can't help myself but to think,
As nonstop waterfalls of hot tears
Cascade down my face,
That perhaps you did love me,
And I loved you too.
- shotsofvodkaandscars
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Untold Tragedies
PoesíaSimply a compilation of all the unknown and untold tragedies of things that happened in my life, in which case these writings have been created because I cannot keep them as caged within as it was in the walls of my heart. Whether they are real or n...
