it’s over now
the poetry i wrote of you
has finally stopped hurting me
the memories i have
the love that wasn’t shared
the people that i told of you
have now all forgotten
all the thoughts that i had
and here are the words i never said
‘sometimes i take the bus, to remember what it felt like to sit next to you.
sometimes i let someone drive me around, so i can think of you again.
i like think of your lips, and the way i miss your kiss
and i like to think of your hair, and the way you tried to strike fear’
Posted Aug 26, 2019, 9:05 PM UTC
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