Days turned into weeks.
I soon lost track of your life.
We began slowly becoming strangers.
But you were constantly on my mind even though we barely spoke to each other.
And the curiosity of how you were doing struck me at the most random times.
I continued to hope I could reverse time.
I wished society never found out about us.
Being a secret kept us alive.
Now we are exposed and murmured.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry#2 Maybe it's true that we are destined to be with that one person. Maybe soul mates do really exist. Maybe we fit each other perfectly. Maybe... just maybe, you were the one but I was in love with him. And it's funny how people who hurt me become t...
