Goodbye,
A distant memory, a faded dream...of what would have been and could have been. Your words used to be like a harmonic symphony. Now, the melody is fucked up and the tempo is off. Lying and deceitful is what you are and what you were. I'm glad you are gone.
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YOU ARE READING
Hello, Goodbye
PoetryThese are notes to the ones I saw, but never spoke to. To the ones I lost and never found- to all the ones who need this. To all the ones who feel the same way as I do. This is for you, not me.
