I'm hurt,
in every fiber of my soul.
Bad memories hurt,
because they were bad.
Good memories hurt, too.
Because they were so good.
YOU ARE READING
We're Luminescent
PoezjaThese are the words that never came out of my lips--the words I've left unsaid. For you are my poetry, and I can only hope you know. Back in time, when we we're luminescent, or so I thought.
