It hurts to write this but I see no other way, I have to tell our story somehow, I'd try to keep my tears to a minimum but they'd still flow either way,
I remember the day we first met like it was yesterday, and if someone had told me then how abruptly our story would end,
I would live it still,
Every second of it like I knew it was coming to an end, and I'd hold unto you like every touch was our last.
I would kiss you back to life if I could, but I can't, to God I wish I could but I can't.
All I can do is tell our story to whoever would listen.
~ Robyn ~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
