On these late nights,
the nostalgia hits me like bright lights.
The sadness comes in waves,
and I can't help but thinking about what could've been.
But then again,
what could I have done?
Life wouldn't have just let me win...
but i'd sure as hell fight for it.
Just like I did for you,
except my connection didn't go all the way through
So it was like you couldn't hear me,
or what I was trying to say.
Maybe this is just how things have to be.
I have to sit here on these late nights,
looking back.
So why do they keep telling me not to look back?
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My Poems (COMPLETED)
PoetryThis is just a series of poems that I write when I'm bored. Some are long, and some are short. Enjoy :)
