Everything you’ve made me feel,
None of that’s in the past.
Everything I feel for you,
That’s something that’ll last.
Someday you’ll move on,
To someone better, someone new.
But no matter what I say,
I’ll always love you.
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
