My memories are broken reminders of our love.
The moments we shared, the times we laughed.
All the nicknames and the jokes.
Every conversation we had, made the ocean seem shallow.
The nights we lay under the stars, all of that became part of me.
The memory of you and I is what destroyed me in the most beautiful way possible.
~A.E
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Midnight Thoughts
Poesía"What will you say when I show you my locked up secrets, burried in the center of my heart? Will you still love me then, or will you just run like them?" ▪ ▪ ▪ A series of poems.
