maybe we'll meet again
when we are slightly older
and a little less confused.
and for a moment
we'll believe it was meant to be—
that we had finally found each other
when we were ready.
but then we'll realize
the people who once loved each other
no longer remain.
and that we are only
two strangers
with familiar faces.
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|POEMS| The untold words...
Poetry|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
