29 | Nov 08
I remember the nights we talked, there's a smile on my face
the picture frame on the wall in front of my bed witnessed it
I remember, 1 o'clock am, you confessed your love and so did I
the picture frame on the wall in front of my bed witnessed it
I remember our fights, I put my phone down,
trying to breathe while tears are streaming down my face,
the picture frame on the wall in front of my bed witnessed it
for when I miss you, for when I think of you
the picture frame on the wall in front of my bed witnessed it
the same place I see from when I'm done talking to you
for when I wake up with you, for when I lost you
that wall is still there but our love wasn't anymore
that wall with a picture of me smiling,
little did she know what was coming,
and that wall, will never be the same, it was no longer the same
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Moonstruck
PoetryCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...