It was nothing special
Not to you, not to me
But I think we both knew
that we could've worked
If we really wanted to
And I still think about it.
About you.
Why didn't we take the risk?
What was so scary about it?
Was it about what
people would say?
There's so many questions unanswered.
Maybe it was nothing special
Not to me, but to you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is a book for my own poems and some poems I can relate to but are not mine. Please vote if you like them and comment if I should do anything differently. :)
