I loved you, no, I love you.
When we split I was sad but I did not mourn us.
I simply recalled our time together.
All the happy memories.
All the sad ones.
All the painful ones.
I wouldn't give it up, even for another chance at us.
Yet you say you can't stand the memories of us.
That they are to painful to bear.
Why can't you see our time together wasn't perfect and that what made it perfect for us.
Maybe you are right.
Maybe they are to painful you to bear.
Maybe though, you're still in love with me.
Like I am with you.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoetryThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
