Maybe, just maybe
when our hearts
no longer bleed,
and memories
no longer hurt,
the world will bring us back
together.
This time, forever.
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Thoughts Of A Teenage Introvert
PoetryCompilation of unorganized thoughts that weigh me down at 4 a.m.
31 | let fate decide
Maybe, just maybe
when our hearts
no longer bleed,
and memories
no longer hurt,
the world will bring us back
together.
This time, forever.
