The thing is none among the happy moments, churning butterflies in the stomach everytime we kiss, or promises we had made while cuddling after sex will be celebrated nor remembered.
Everybody only cares about how we hurt each other, how we had broken our promises, how we devastatingly ended "Us".
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou 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...
