Maybe one day it'll all be worth it.
Maybe one day you'll come back to me.
Maybe one day you'll notice I'm not there anymore.
Maybe one day you'll care again.
Maybe, one day, I'll stop looking for you in a crowded room.
But maybe is just a word.
And I've always hated crowds.
YOU ARE READING
At Least You're happy
PoetryA collection of uncapatalized thoughts. Simply thought of, simply written
