They say it was our age; that's why you wouldn't date me. But I don't know anymore. You were cruel to her, and I've been there before. She warned me about you, but I still don't know. We haven't talked in a while. Maybe you ignore me; maybe you just don't hear me. Anyways, what I wanted to say is even now, I find myself starting to doubt you. But if you were to walk up to me right now and tell me that I'm taken, and that I'm yours, I'd go without a doubt. I still feel you in my heart, but do I even know you? I wish you'd talk to me.
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Metanoia
PoesíaMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
