what do you do with seven years?
what do you do with sweet kisses
with the fairy floss and fairgrounds?
what to do with the shared stories?
the books we wrote together
our ink on pages fairytale love?
where do i put all this forever love?
the jokes that made me fall harder
the held hands swing set smiles?
what do you do with your eternity
when it was all paper thin romance
after all these pages start to burn?
how do you survive at the end of it all
when all that's left is these expired texts
memories of yesterday's stupid love affair
seven years means nothing at the end
when it's been just as long since the end
and you can't say goodbye to drifting ashes
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lol guess who's reading old messages and getting sad over things that are dead and gone woop woop i can't let go of the past
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midnight mumbles • poetry
Poetry𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i share poetry and poeticisms about the things that mean the world and nothing at all
