it was supposed to be a perfect day
we were hyped up
texting each other constantly
while I was on my way there,
to you
finally,
we would see each other again
and yet, it wasn't like we hoped
--or I hoped, actually
because you didn't see me
and left without a warning
there were three minutes, that's all
three minutes with you
our eyes meeting again
a moment in which we forgot
all the times we weren't together
and that was all
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What I've Never Told You ✔
Poetry❝why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?❞ ➢ a collection of poetry ∙ ∙ ∙ I stopped writing. There was no real reason for it, but for some reason, I just did. No words on paper anymore, no way to let my thoughts out. I kept eve...
