Why did your opinions matter so much to me?
Why did i need to consult you on all my decisions?
Why did I always want to share all my happiness and excitement with you?
Why did your words echo in my mind?
Why did I find comfort in your smile ?
Why did I think about you all the time?
Why did my thoughts about you cloud my judgement?
Why did I imagine myself in all these situations with you that are never going to happen?
Why did I long for your lips on mine?
Why did I want your arms wrapped around me?
Why did I feel something for you?
Why is it that all my sentences say "did" instead of "do"?
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PoetryJust a poem about a girl who talks about love. What she feels... Feedback and comments appreciated 😊