"I watch my parents fall out of love with each other,
my mom doesn't hug him anymore, only flashes a small smile ,
and my dad just nods at her quietly in the mornings, and makes one cup of coffee instead of two
as if they're in an agreement that it's ok to not be in love anymore,
both concluding that they just don't belong together,
and I can't help but think ,
is that what happened to us too?"
-r.b
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Morning whispers
Poetrythe second adoxography. (Midnight wonders pt.2) I write to take the hurt off my heart, even if it's for a split second When the pen hits the paper, I have something to share the pain with I write to feel alive So that I can say what I want withou...
