And in the end, it was always you. Since the beginning and till the end of time. You never realized it. I waited. But there is only so much time that can go by before I slowly fade from your memory. Loving you was a blessing, but leaving was a nightmare.
I didn't want to, but deep down I knew you would never love me.
Don't Forget About Me, Please.
YOU ARE READING
He'll Never Know...
PoetryI have been told that everyone needs a way to escape. Some read. Some listen to music. Some draw. And some write. Maybe writing will be my escape.
