I said I'll never get used to your words
Or used to your promises
Never get used to your smiles
Or all of your messages
Never get use to your blush
Or all your daydreams about us
Never get used to being called yours
Or your "together forever" fantasies
Never get used to your hugs
Or your stubbornness that you'll keep on waiting...
Waiting...
Till I
Agree...
But...
Now...
I agree...
I've finally gotten USED TO YOUR LOVE...
Your heart agrees
That...
"You've
Become
USED TO NOT LOVING ME..."
YOU ARE READING
Blue Winter
PoetryInitially I thought.. Poetry was just... A topic... In literature But little did I know... It is a language Of the soul Different dialects Both For the living And walking dead...
