We always think forever, until someone shows us never.
The one that got away and the one I couldn't save.
It wasn't meant to be but we pleaded with our reality.
I love him.
I love her.
I love them.
Never.
We always think forever until someone shows us never,
So the fantasy that was our reality it fades like those forever memories.
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Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
