Hey, love.
I'm sorry things turned out this way,
Even if you aren't.
I can't make you love me.
I can't make you stay.
I'll tell myself it's okay.
We can pretend.
You can disappear, like a wisp of smoke,
And leave me forever.
It just hurts more,
Because I thought
You were here to stay.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
