Just one glance at you, and my heart pounds strongly. It pounds really fast, and then it stomped on the remnant remains that you left my heart in. I was never yours, and you were never mines. But yet you hold a fraction of my heart, in the seconds of each stolen look. I can't process what was never real, but I cant stop myself of dreaming of endless possibilities where we could have been.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpt From A Book I Will Never Write
PoetryExcerpts of a book ill never write, simple as that. POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING! Most are mine, Give credit if stolen #stolen means I didn't write that excerpt © jocey_rosado, 2017. All Rights Reserved.
