Let's face the reality; we weren't meant for this one story. We weren't meant for the rest of our lives together.
We were meant to part. To be each other's lessons, flowers, and thorns. We weren't meant for proper goodbyes.
We were meant for this; a long, dead tone after someone hung up the phone. We were meant to go.
And never come back, even just to look at that beautiful something we had. You were always meant to go and I.
I shouldn't be staying
here thinking
I am still meant
for you.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PuisiYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
