36. The Truth
I can forget you.
You can forget me.
But the truth?
We don't want to.
And that's sad.
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PoetryHis ethereal soul Creeping its way into my hellhole If only I could stop him If only I could forget him But his ethereal soul Is what makes me whole. **** Third poetry book everyone! Ethereal-A book written in the memory of lost love. **** 🌟 Second...
36. The Truth
36. The Truth
I can forget you.
You can forget me.
But the truth?
We don't want to.
And that's sad.