11:55 p.m.
and she laid in that position for hours
ear pressed to the phone
tears flowing down her cheeks
thoughts running through her head
hoping
that the conversation wasn't actually over.
that second chances
really did exist
and he would come back
to say
just
one
more
thing.
and that maybe there was
something more
she could have said
to make everything
alright.
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Late Night Poetry
PoetryJust a collection of things I end up coming up with. True thoughts here so enjoy. Forever hoping that Wattpad will fix the formatting.
