With a grin on my face, I remember.
I remember the time we were together.
The time we'd duck around in the back roads just to hold hands.
The time we'd stay up all night to talk to each other.
The time I would hate when the week started because I couldn't see him.
I remember all of the nights I'd just smile because I knew he loved me.
Because we were together.
'But,' I hear in the back of my head,
'He isn't yours.'
~Ty
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A Collection of Personal Poems and Lyrical Laments
PoetryThis book is entirely made of poems I've written over the years and unfinished lyrics/rantings that kind of rhyme. I wanted to publish them somewhere and I feel like WattPad is a safe enough place to do so without too much backlash. Please enjoy an...
