As the skies turn black
and the stars begin to twinkle in the sky,
remember that we used to kiss
on nights like this;
never forget that.
Celebrate the years we had together,
every last second playing like a broken
record in my mind—
violently at first,
and then like a soft lullaby that I
never thought
to hear again,
even though I hear your voice
sing to me in my head every night as I sleep.
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I Was She
Poesía[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
