"See you later!" because saying 'Goodbye' would've been a lie.
I rode the bus that traveled on a road different than yours.
As the distance between us grew, the light that you left in me grew stronger.
I bathed in the simplicity of our nightly talks and relished in the musical tango the butterflies did in my stomach.
I missed your lips that spoke my heart awake, even if they never whispered the romance only she will ever hear.
I wondered if I would ever cross your mind after this separation; I wondered if I was significant enough that you'd remember my hopeful eyes.
I swore to see your soul again, our hearts will definitely cross paths again, Max.
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
