Sometimes I do think about him,
When I hear certain songs or
Feel a certain way.
I think of all the times I hoped
He'd magically appear,
Like movie nights or when I was
Wearing a shirt I really liked.
After it all,
I still get those same damn butterflies.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Sad Anymore
PoésieThis book of poetry describes the causes of a heartbreak one sentence at a time, the story leading up to it, with no intention of description. No need for the whole story. No need to point fingers, nor to point blame. Just words, that will possibly...
