there's no change left but what's in my hand
i spent it all trying to get our memories back
when in the end what matters, though it is sad
is that we were never truly meant to last;if we were maybe my heart
wouldn't be in half.
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Perian
PoetryThe poems that I've always meant to share, and the poems I've always meant to write.
Spare A Dime
there's no change left but what's in my hand
i spent it all trying to get our memories back
when in the end what matters, though it is sad
is that we were never truly meant to last;if we were maybe my heart
wouldn't be in half.