I remember when we used to talk about any and everything.
I remember when I would get a chance to touch your angelic pulchritude.
What happened?
Where did we go wrong?
I loved you so much.
But maybe it wasn't a mutual thing.
You betrayed me when you left without a trace.
When. When.
I can't remember.
But the important thing is that I knew you left me.
© Zeneisha Smith ••• 2018
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Blossoming Thoughts
PoetryThere are thoughts in my mind That are too hard to contain They are blossoms that are growing And making gardens along the way These thoughts they are intricately Stitched to my already patterned heart. ✿✿✿ Come and stroll through my garden Of thou...
