he didn't know which was better
the cigarettes or the love for his girl
and maybe that was his problem
she didn't have a problem
she loved him truly and
purely and
wholely
they were the high school dropouts
searching for something they thought they could find
if they had stayed, they wondered
would his addiction to those little rolled things never have happened?
would her baby be in her mother's hands?
would their life together even be theirs anymore?
their teenage love story had just ended, but others were beginning
their adult love story had just begun
for he got on one knee to profess his love
and she accepted.
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
