•We Used To...•
We used to talk every night.
But then you started talking to others...
After then I found it odd that when I'm around you, I don't know what to say.
Yet everytime your gone, I want nothing more than to get the chance to say something to you again.I still think of you, but I know you've forgotten me a long time ago.
It's been a couple of months since we've last spoke.
Two years since we've seen each other in person.
I wish you'd come back.
But I know you won't.
I wish I could simply turn back the time and take back every single mistake I made that made you not want me anymore.
I still think of the nights we spent together even though I shouldn't.
I should let you go...
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Tacenda ♡ [Poetry]
PoetryTacenda (n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence "My poems were as deep as the heart they were written with. "Poetry is what the heart says when the mouth can't speak." Copyright © RavishingPoet 2018 [Highest In Poetry...