I love.
How.
People say they know me.
Truth is most of you dont.
You say you wish you had the old me back.
Maybe.
Thats the person I pretend to be.
Truth be told.
You only see the person I pretend to be.
Only few.
See.
What I can truly be.
YOU ARE READING
no regrets just love
Poetryis it possible to have so many mixed emotions at once? is it possible to love someone so much... and not have them love you back.
