I'm not going to lie,
I'll never not miss it,
The feeling to be loved,
Or at least, think I was.
I'll never not remember,
The way you made me feel,
Getting lost in you,
And thinking you had, too.
I'll never not forget,
That to you, we're not right,
And all of this to you now,
I'm thinking of all I shouldn't be thinking about.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
