Maybe you're right. He was supposed to teach me something, he was a lesson.
He was the one, just not in the way I had prayed for him to be.
I still think of you a lot, my dear.
Today I realized that I have yet to mourn over the loss of us,
The loss of what we could have been.
Somedays still my dear, all the songs I hear are drenched in my thoughts of you.
How foolish of me to try and forget just how much you mean to me.
I feel you still, coursing through my veins.
Like a drug I just can't flush out of my godforsaken system.
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Pep 9-15-20
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Poems From The Soul
PoesíaThese are poems I have written about things that have happened to inspire me. Things that make me truly full of joy.
